Those Knowing Hands

Those knowing hands, cupping caressing stroking, tracing probing teasing as she whispered "My God, look at you! Have you ever been this hard? Oh, mmmmm, I'm getting soooo wet." She conjured his most powerful needs up from his depths, stroking him up and down up and down sliding it sliding it up up up rhythmically coaxing, urging it up to lure his load up from his tight balls, squeezing with every stroke, urging up up up oh God, and now he started bucking, out of control. She watched him thrust jam himself into her squeezing milking grip and now she gasped as his wild ejaculation bathed her hands and wrists in rich spurts of warm cum.