My slave Tortoy is still strapped to the lounger. After I ve made him come several times and his energy levels are practically zero, that s when the real fun begins. To keep his attention, I let Tortoy smell and lick my sweaty armpits. Anyone who thinks I ve had enough is mistaken. Back to his drained and helpless cock.
I wank him, though there s not much left to work with. I tickle him and massage his glans. He moans in pain, which only makes me want to carry on. I want to watch him suffer for at least another 30 or 40 minutes. An orgasm always comes at a price with me, and he s even had several. I massage his whole cock, but it remains limp. Tortoy moans and moans, but that doesn t stop me from carrying on. I love post-orgasm torment.
My slave gets a few seconds break, after which I gleefully continue with the torment. Oh, something s getting harder again. Tortoy feels like he s close to an orgasm, well, I m not going to stand in his way. So I carry on jerking off his
