One partner seeking to entrain another to the benefits of mutual edging masturbation - details July 2024 experience.
Morning is hardly waking, the inconsistent drip from a cutter hits atonally a bin lid somewhere in the distance, my partner rolls over on his right side and whimpers, exposing his butt. I contort in bed into a slightly deviant back to front 69 and somehow nudge my face into the plough of his cheeks and push my throbbing cock against the patch between his shoulder blades, my right leg uses the bed headrest as leverage. With left hand eagerly seeking behind himself his hand locks to my cock and begins to wank me, then the need to spread his butt and rim his twitching hole takes me. As my tongue gouges deeper the cleft, his hand departs my cock for his own, so my right hand takes over and the pace of my own masturbation increases as he vocalises, “That’s it mate, eat my builder arse.”
The tandem masturbation continues until I breakaway as I feel his desire is about to overwhelm his nascent edge abilities, swing my body 180 degrees, as he rolls left and we are face to face licking an exchange of his anal juices, again we are both reaching for our manhoods and he’s declaring, “Let’s come together, we’re good at that.” But I’m resistant, guiding, restraining that outcome, let the energy feedback and ride between us, the edge training is nuanced - this morning as the light increases we will not come but embrace and caress each other’s skin as if we have become one enormous cock to each other - the journey of mutual edging masturbation fights to become uppermost and the echoing of some mere pseudo-procreation fuck and energy dissipation is countered - the sense of the availability of a more profound masturbation framed entertainment is slowly infiltrating, addictively capturing my partner’s field of experience.
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