It's been five days since he's last been in my hands, and it's been five months since he's been ruined in my hands. My boy couldn't be happier to be back in his safe place: tucked between my ass and thighs and throbbing in my palm.

I've been vocal about more ruins in 2023, but more ruins doesn't mean I'm letting up. No relief in sight, only agony as you wait to cum. Each edge more memorable than the last, wondering how it'll happen, how much it'll hurt, how bad it'll taste.

Will I bust him at the crucial moment? Squeeze his balls? Slap his shaft to make the ureth... Show more