Abel's Balls

Note: This is not sci-fi, and is fantasy in the sense that some elements are only possible in a fantasy world.

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For at least a decade, Abel had been frustrated by his balls. His testicles were perpetually alert, perched tightly just under his penis. Winters were rough, and warm temperatures did not make much difference. His scrotum was perpetually scrunched up, keeping his balls uncomfortably tight.

Naomi, his wife, knew Abel liked when she gave attention to his balls, and she did the best she could with what he had. She would reach for them while his cock was sliding in and out of her. Sometimes, one of his nuts was tight enough that she couldn't find it at first. But she would search it out, move them together in his tight sack, and then grasp them in her warm palm as he enjoyed the heightened pleasure.

He didn't remember the first time she'd held his balls during sex but surmised she'd tried it and made it a regular part of their intimacy after hearing how positively he'd reacted. When she cupped her hand around his balls and tugged them, it kept them stretched an inch or so away from his erection. They would by nature tighten to his shaft as his arousal grew, but her ministrations helped counter this tension. After holding them like this for a few minutes, they would remain a little relaxed when released from her hand. They would swing a little, bouncing against Naomi, and they both enjoyed the sensation. After ejaculating, his spent balls would relax, laying in his sack and resting an inch or two under his cock.

Abel wished his balls were always a little more relaxed. He wished Naomi could grasp them easily and did not have to feel for them in the heat of sex.

Another reason his tight balls bothered him might seem more trivial: His balls simply didn't look like they felt. When he was on vacation, laying on the beach in the warm sun, they were tight and alert in his trunks. When he was tremendously aroused, hadn't come in what felt like forever, and his balls felt impossibly full, they remained high and tight. Abel had often thought, if they looked like they felt in these situations, they'd be heavy in his scrotum, stretching his sack low and keeping it taut as gravity tugged on their mass.

Naomi was a generous lover, usually granting what Abel asked for and enjoyed, but he felt a little dumb sometimes. How could he tell Naomi, in the midst of lovemaking, that his balls felt so full that he couldn't wait to orgasm, when his balls looked exactly the same way as they always did?

When Abel and Naomi exchanged dirty texts and he said his balls felt full in an urgent way because it had been several days since he'd came, she didn't mock him outright, but he felt like she probably thought he was being a little hysterical. He had expressed the way pent-up desire turned to genuine discomfort in his balls after a busy work trip or after having visitors over for several days. There were other times when he intentionally abstained from ejaculating for a few days, letting his arousal grow in anticipation of sharing the experience of build up and then release. She seemed more amused than anything when Abel told her that all could he seem to think about was relieving that tension.

So, why even tell her how he felt? Or, specifically, how his balls felt and how much he was looking forward to freeing what they held? The answer was that he truly loved the times it felt she fully sensed where he was in his arousal and could ride the wave along with him. The times when their bodies were pressed closely together. She would moan purely in sympathy with his own outpouring of pleasure, like two wolves howling together. She would coax him on towards release at just the right pace, picking up on cues and recognizing the arousal that was electrifying every one of his cells. She would recognize when he could not hold back any longer. Sensing his need, she would pump her hand over his stiff cock faster to bring him to the point of no return. Ejaculation may be a purely biological experience, vastly different from the kissing and caressing of foreplay. But when Naomi was in lock-step with him, Abel felt an ultimate oneness with Naomi as he achieved orgasm. He knew she cared for his orgasm and did not judge him for his deep need to reach it. In the afterglow, their connection continued into her obvious pleasure at Abel's relief and relaxation. It might not be the type of sexual connection that everyone seeks, but these were amazing moments for him.

They'd talked about this some, and Naomi listened between a little blushing. But in some ways, Abel was worried that overanalyzing it with Naomi would take away the genuine nature of these moments, So he hesitated. Talk was cheap, and these experiences were not.

Where words seemed like a risky way to create this connection, Naomi had always recognized and reacted to physical signs of arousal from Abel's body. When she felt his cock was growing hard in her hand, she would slap its underside against her thigh. When his cock was especially stiff, she would trace the ridge just under its head with her finger or tongue, feeling how engorged he was. His precum was undeniable proof of his arousal and she would use its slickness to tease his cock head. These were all ways his body effectively communicated his arousal.

Call it greedy if you want to, but Abel wished his balls could effectively communicate their message to Naomi as well. After all, they were producing testosterone and hundreds of millions of sperm every day. When he was turned on, they felt fuller and heavier. They even ached for release when it was delayed too long. They were a symbol of virality.

And yet, Abel's balls were still perched stubbornly tight, even as he was preparing to celebrate his 36th birthday. He was not one to make wishes on his birthday, but if he made an exception, he'd ask for his tight balls to relax.

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Abel's 36th birthday was like most of the recent years'. It was a weekday, so he and Naomi both went to work after she gave him an extra birthday kiss. They'd discussed going to a restaurant that evening but Abel had voted for something more enjoyable. Shortly after they returned home, they had freshened up, had a couple glasses of wine, and went to the bedroom.

Abel had been looking forward to this. For the past three days, he'd stroked himself in the shower, building up his arousal with thoughts of what he and Naomi would experience. As he felt himself drawing close to release, he would pause, letting the urgency wane a little. He then would start to stroke again, edging for long minutes. He'd then stopped, a little frustrated each time, but aware that this would save his arousal for sex.

Now that he and Naomi were laying close in bed, kissing and feeling each other's bodies, his arousal quickly roared into high gear. Naomi reached for Abel's cock and wrapped her hand around it. After feeling how stiff it was for a few moments, she moved her hand lower. As usual, his balls were tight and it took a moment for Naomi to find both. When she did, she stretched them down a little. Abel couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure.

After a few minutes of kissing her while she cradled his balls, Abel rose to his knees and moved between her legs. He entered her in missionary position, feeling his cock enveloped. He felt her wetness around his head and then around his shaft, as he introduced more of his length to her. After sliding slowly inside her a few times, he started thrusting at a medium pace.

"I want to turn over", she moaned close to his ear. He pulled out of her, hearing a wet sound as he withdrew. She quickly rolled over, pulled her knees forward, and leaned back, offering him entry from behind. He lined up his dick with her wet opening and slid its stiff head into her.

He pushed deep into her for a few minutes, increasing the speed. The volume of Naomi's moans increased. She reached one arm between her legs and he felt her hand around of the base of his dick. She kept it there for a moment, feeling its rigid, slippery girth. Keeping his rhythm, he felt her then reach for his balls. They were still tight and were bucking forward and back with each thrust, so she had some trouble grasping them. Finally, she did and she tugged them as he pushed into her. Abel groaned at the added sensation and at the slight pressure around his balls.

"That feels so good", he said, breathlessly.

"Good", she said, also breathing heavily.

"My balls feel so full", he told her, eyes closed and focused on the sensations. "They've been feeling heavy since I woke up this morning."

"Mmhmm", she responded as he continued pistoning inside her.

"When's the last time you came?" she asked after a pause.

He responded quickly, "Four days ago".

She was moaning and gasping a little, but gave a little laugh. "Well, that's definitely too long. We need to fix that. Some birthday fireworks."

The laugh was a touch patronizing, but might have also conveyed some good-natured teasing, which was fair game.

"Pull them a little more", he said. "Please." Naomi complied, tugging a little harder. The sensation seemed to make his cock somehow stiffer.

"A little more", he said.

"Really?" Naomi asked between breaths. Abel didn't respond but he bucked his hips forward harder a few times. Their bodies clapped together as he entered her to the base of his cock. As her moans applauded the hard thrusts, she tugged his balls again.

Abel moaned in return. He was close, but he wanted the pleasure radiating from his genitals to last.

"One more time", he groaned.

"Seriously?" she asked. He had his eyes half-shut, focused on enjoying every moment, but he could see Naomi. Her head was turned to the side on the mattress, and she had her eyes open.

"Because..", she started to say, but Abel broke in.

"Yes, PLEASE...". As Abel continued to piston his throbbing cock in and out of her, she gave his churning testicles the firmest pull yet, lasting several moments. Abel gave a long, hoarse groan.

He was close to erupting but felt Naomi reach for his leg, placing her hand on this thigh.

"Stop, Abel." She said in a serious voice. When he hesitated, hoping he'd heard wrong, she quickly said "Stop, stop, stop."

He stopped and was exasperated to see her pull forward, allowing his cock to slide out of her. The room was dim, but he could see her face as she turned. She looked alarmed.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes", he responded, perplexed. "What happened?"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

Abel was starting to get frustrated. "Yes. Why did you tell me to stop?"

"Do you not see them?" Naomi said, still sounding concerned. She pointed down into the shadows between their naked bodies. Abel's eyes took a moment to adjust and then, in the midst of the crumpled sheets he saw what looked like two large eggs at the end of a long, smooth sock. He reached for it and started. The "sock" was warm and soft and it was attached to him. He was looking at his scrotum, but it was draped loosely, with his balls resting on the bed about two feet from the base of his cock.

Suddenly queasy, he pulled his hand away. He reached for them again quickly, worried he'd had some kind of horrible accident. He felt for the balls. They felt like they usually did, though understandably sensitive from the arousal of the past minutes. Holding his balls in his left hand, he slowly brought the fingers of his right hand up the long, slack scrotum to where it met his body.

Naomi was watching his expression to try to gauge what he was thinking. "Does it hurt?"

"No... it doesn't hurt at all."

"Did -", she hesitated. "Did something break?"

"I don't think so", he said. "It feels normal."

Abel was still on his knees, and his legs were starting to cramp. He carefully laid down at Naomi's side. The testicles followed him, sliding over the bed. Naomi was inspecting them, now.

"I pulled on them and it felt like there was more give than usual", she said. "And then you asked me to do it again. It's like there was no resistance. They stretched and then seemed to just stay that way. Did I hurt you?"

"No, I really don't think so." His sack was laying over his upper leg and his balls laid on the bed, between their bodies.

She still looked concerned.

"Maybe we should make sure you're alright", she said, looking into Abel's eyes.

The shock he'd felt a moment ago still had his heart rate up a little. His erection had withered away and now looked pitiable, perched just over the long, smooth sack that still laid over his thigh. The sight of his balls, like a couple of plump avocados resting lazily on the mattress, was making him feel several things at once. He was nervous, but realized he was a little worried this couldn't be real.

"We probably should", he agreed.

He stood, a few minutes later, carefully cradling his balls in his hands, and made his was to the restroom to urinate. They had a small dinner in bed, watching TV. He still didn't feel any pain, but they agreed he would ask his doctor about it in the morning, even if he felt completely fine.

As they turned off the bedside lights, Abel jokingly asked Naomi to give his balls a little tug. She guffawed and it relieved most of the remaining tension.

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Abel did not fall asleep right away. After about 30 minutes, he assumed Naomi had drifted off. But then he heard her shift in the bed. She was still for a second and then he felt her hand slowly slide under the sheets, reaching for where his testicles were resting. Her fingers brushed one of his balls. He knew it was intentional because she then moved her hand closer, tracing her fingers over the warm orbs. She slowly slid her hand up his relaxed scrotum. She brushed part of its length gently with her short fingernails, from just above his testicles to where it was draped over his thigh.

Abel felt an erection forming and starting to press upward on the sheet. Naomi must have felt the movement as well. She stopped brushing his sack with her fingers, and she wrapped her hand gently around his scrotum, a few inches above from where his balls sat.

Her hand stopped moving and he heard her give a big yawn. He heard her breathing deeply soon. He fell asleep as well.

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When Abel awoke, it took time to remember last night's events. After he did, he opened his eyes quickly. He wondered if last night was a dream, or if whatever had happened had reversed itself overnight. He had turned to his side in his sleep and was still covered by a sheet. He pulled the sheet down, holding his breath a little. His morning wood had not dissipated yet and emerged first. A moment later, there was no doubt that his balls and sack were still in the same state as last night. His nuts lay close to the edge of the bed in his sprawling scrotum. Abel couldn't deny he was glad. In his mind, this was too good to be true. The sun was shining through a gap in the curtains, and it fell on his testicles. He admired them as they sat like ripe plums in a still life painting.

From the corner of his eye, Abel saw the door open a little. Naomi stood in the doorway, smiling a little impishly.

"Are you awake?" Not waiting for an answer, she walked in. He did not bother to cover up.

"Looks like last night wasn't a dream", he said.

"I would say so", she said. She walked to the side of the bed, and they both looked at his development.

"When I got up, I might have taken a peek...", she said in a coy tone.

Then, almost admonishing, she said "They were dangling off the side of the bed, mister!"

Abel was stretching his arms and yawning when she said this and he let out a laugh.

"Did you peek at my balls because you were concerned?" he asked.

"A little", she responded. "I set them on the bed so they wouldn't be dangling and covered them with the blanket so they'd be comfortable."

Abel laughed again. "Well, that was nice of you." Truthfully, he loved the idea of her sudden interest in his balls.

"I was glad to do it", she said, and reached and gave his balls a soft pet with her hand. His erection was at full mast, and she noticed.

She gave his nuts a final pet, and then turned. "Don't forget to talk to your doctor", she said, walking toward the door.

After another careful trip to the bathroom, Abel returned to bed and sent a message to his doctor. It was a Saturday, but from experience, he would likely hear back from her within a couple hours.

Naomi brought him breakfast.

"Don't get used to breakfast in bed", she said.

They both ate. He was scrolling through his phone and Naomi was reading a book when Abel heard his phone vibrate.

"My doctor", he said, glancing at the screen.

She put down her book and scooted closer to him, looking over his shoulder at his screen.

He read the response out loud.

"Good morning, Abel - The kind of sudden change in your testicles that you're describing is very unusual. If there's no pain and everything feels normal, I wouldn't say it is an emergency, but I will need to know more.

You said you've been really careful with your testicles since this took place, particularly when moving around the house. That is a good precaution to take, but you may not know if there is an issue unless you treat them normally. Wear whatever you usually would today and do your best to keep to a normal routine. Take note of anything unusual.

Specifically regarding your testicles' health, you should watch their temperature and make sure circulation is maintained. If they feel cold to touch, tell me right away. We'll test for hormones at your next appointment, and I will need to know if there is discomfort during sexual activity."

He read the conclusion: "Let's start there and we can decide if we need to go further."

Abel and Naomi were silent for a moment.

Naomi finally said "Sexual activity... I'm still a little nervous."

She put her hand on his arm, "But what if you made yourself feel nice?"

"I can be close by. Just in case." she added.

"Just in case of what?", he smiled. "In case I pass out and need to be revived?"

"No, I mean if there's anything wrong." She blushed a little.

He got the feeling that she was interested in watching him. That maybe she was still working through the way the sight of his balls now made her feel. He felt his cock stir at the thought of stroking himself while she watched.

"Sounds like a plan to me", he said.

"I'm going to take a shower", he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He rolled to the side of the bed and stood. He'd picked up his balls as he moved off the bed. As he straightened up, he carefully released them. They sat in his sack at their new spot, just above the level of his knees.

It was a new sensation, but good. He felt their heft in a new way, as opposed to when they'd stayed lodged close to his dick. Now, they felt relaxed and cradled in the bottom of his ample sack.

He was standing still, but slight motions as he gave himself a look caused his balls to swing a little, like a pendulum. He'd never felt the forces of physics working on his nuts like this before.

He turned. Naomi hadn't moved and she stared, with what looked like disbelief, at his balls swaying between his legs. He leaned to one side and then the other, making his nut swing. Her mouth fell open.

"Do you like them?", he laughed. She still looked to be in shock.

Finally speaking, she shooed him away. "Go take your shower. And bring those with you."

Abel grabbed a t-shirt and boxers on the way out of the bedroom, feeling his nuts swing with his steps.

He quickly realized that showering was a little different now. There was more territory to cover. Rinsing soap off his shoulders and chest, the suds slid down, traveling his slack scrotum and then over his balls, which hung even lower in the warm water. It felt like the new length of his sack had added new nerve endings, increasing sensations from the water, and keeping his cock partially hard through most of the shower.

When he finished, he toweled off and then pulled on the shirt and boxers. Before leaving the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror. His balls hung well beyond the length of his boxers.

Walking out and down the hallway, he saw Naomi sitting on the couch in the living room. She had gotten a snack and the TV was on. Naomi looked over when he walked into the room. Her eyes immediately went to his balls, which swung freely when he walked. She quickly scooted to the side a little, making room for Abel to sit.

"Is the show taking place here?" he asked.

"Sure", she responded.

He slid his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. He turned and sat on the couch. His balls were dangling just over the edge of the seat cushion. A little self consciously, he reached for them, first placing them just below his shaft, where they had been every day of his life up to now. Then, changing his mind, he unbunched his scrotum, extending it over his right thigh, and resting the balls on the couch outside his leg. They sat on the side where Naomi was observing him.

She had her arms crossed, but smiled and raised an eyebrow in a way that seemed meant to encourage him on.

"You seem a little more eager to get this experiment underway than I am", he said.

Her expression turned a little more serious.

"I guess I'm just expecting things will be alright - Maybe more than alright."

He took a deep breath.

"Well, here we go", he said.

He picked up his mostly flaccid dick. He began stroking with his right hand, and held its base with his left.

He was not in a hurry and Naomi did not seem to be either. The TV was still on and a sitcom played. She would watch him stroking and then glance at the screen when there was a big laugh from the TV audience.

About 5 minutes passed. He was feeling more turned on, more comfortable now with doing this in front of Naomi. Precum had collected on his head. Pausing for a moment, he wiped it away with his left hand.

"What a waste", Naomi scolded, jokingly.

A few more minutes passed, with Abel starting to breath a little deeper. Naomi picked up her phone and seemed to be looking at something. He focused on the task at hand, leaning his head back to rest on the couch cushions, as his hand kept its pace. Naomi cleared her throat.

"I don't want to distract you but..." He glanced over and she was still looking at her phone.

"When aroused, testicles can grow up to fifty percent in size", she read. "It says your testicles are swelling in preparation for sex."

"That is... crazy!" she said, looking up from her phone at him. "I looked it up because I swear yours look totally different than a few minutes ago!"

He shifted his arm and followed her gaze.

Sure enough, his balls were noticeably larger. His scrotum had tightened around them some, and their size and form were more visible.

"You've told me before how they feel when you're really turned on... I sort of though you were being dramatic." She paused. "Maybe I owe you an apology."

He relaxed his head back on the couch and laughed. "No apology necessary. I'm just glad you noticed."

They were silent for a moment, with the TV and the sound of his hand stroking along his cock being the only sounds. Finally, he turned to her

"I like the idea that you can tell how turned on I am, just from my balls." He felt a little silly saying it, but it was true.

"It's like precum. I don't really control it. It just happens naturally, like my body has this intended function that it's going to relentlessly try to achieve."

"Is that intended function to cum?", she said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well, yeah", he responded. "And cum a lot."

She laughed but he continued.

"Seriously. My body is doing so many things to produce sperm and deliver them, healthy. Balls get tighter when it's cold because it keeps them at the right temperature. Precum makes a pathway for the cum that keeps the the sperm healthy while it's leaving the body."

"I thought precum was just a tasty snack", Naomi said unseriously. She leaned across the couch and reached toward his cock. He slowed his arm's movement, watching her, and she dipped her finger into crystal clear precum that had pooled on his head and was threatening at any moment to run down the side of his cock. Retracting her hand, a thick, sticky strand of the precum stretched the space between her finger and his cock head. It lengthened about a foot, sagged, and then broke, with some of the strand falling over his wrist.

"Sorry", she said, clearly not sorry at all. She put her wet fingertip in her mouth and then removed it after she'd licked it.

"Now you were saying..?"

Abel smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back again.

"Ahh, nothing important. Just, if I was looking for signs from my own body of what it prioritizes - or what's important...".

He knew he wasn't being particularly eloquent and felt self-conscious.

"If there's some... message from your body on its priorities, the act of ejaculating-" He glanced over to see if she was rolling her eyes. She wasn't and he continued. "You know, letting loose the biggest fucking loads of cum that you can possibly produce is pretty high up there."

He'd trivialized what he was saying to give her an opening to take his point less seriously, but, looking at her expression, she wasn't laughing.

She was closely watching his balls. "You don't have to convince me how much you need to cum", she said. "I can see it."

He realized that she was carefully sliding her left hand just under his balls.

"Is it ok?", she asked. He was feeling nothing except arousal.

"Yes, more than ok".

She started caressing his balls, which currently felt like they were churning with his arousal. She ran her fingers around their circumference. There was an immediate reaction: A couple quick and spontaneous spasms sent a deposit of precum to the end of his cock. As his cock trembled with his steady strokes, a rivulet ran off the side of his dick's stiff head into his hand and the precum squelched with each stroke.

Naomi gathered his nuts in her hand and lifted them a little.

"It's crazy. I've felt your balls a thousand times, but now I can feel... I guess the right word is their heft." She raised and lowered his balls, weighing them for a few more seconds and then laid them back on the couch. Leaning back, she crossed her arms again and watched.

He'd been jerking off for at least 20 minutes, but he was on a plateau of pleasure, stroking less urgently than if he was just trying to come. He was enjoying every moment.

He saw movement. Naomi had been sitting close to the other end of the couch, legs crossed, but she uncrossed them and laid to her side.

"Just ignore me", she said, grasping his balls once more. She laid her head on his thigh and raised his balls to her mouth. First, she gave them a lick. She ran her tongue carefully along the crease between them. Abel gave a moan at the sensation. Reacting to his obvious approval, she gave another couple long slow licks. Then, opening her mouth a little wider, she placed it over most of his right testicle. He felt the warmth of her mouth and then gentle suction, as she sought to suck his nut into her mouth. Unsuccessful at first, she quickly adjusted, widening her mouth. His nut slipped into her warm wet mouth. There, she kept up the gentle suction, all the while licking it with her soft tongue. Through his half-shut eyes, he saw her open her mouth even wider as she bunched both of his balls in her hand. She positioned her mouth wide over both balls and then sucked. He felt both of his balls slip into her mouth.

"Ohhh", he moaned.

Naomi had moaned at the same moment. With her mouth full, he felt her voice vibrate through his balls. Taking up just about all the available space in her mouth, they pushed her cheeks out. It looked they they would pop free of her mouth, if it wasn't for her hand around his sack that kept them collected. She looked up at him and saw him watching her. She let his balls slip out of her mouth.

"Don't get distracted or I'll have to stop. Keep doing what you're doing and let me know if anything feels off at all." He leaned back and closed his eyes, stroking himself at a quicker pace.

He felt her suck both of his balls back into her mouth. She laid her head on his leg and alternated between gentle suction and tracing her tongue around their mass.

Abel felt himself quickly moving to the point of no return. Hearing his ragged breath, Naomi let his balls out of her mouth again, a little out of breath, herself.

Between quick licks to his sensitive sack, she said, "I want your balls in my mouth when you come. I want to feel them give up the load that they've been working so hard to prepare. I want you to show me what these big, heavy nuts are meant for." She immediately stuffed his balls back in her mouth, sucking them as deeply into her mouth as she could. With her free hand, she felt up and down his ball sack.

Her words and the pressure that had been building by the second pushed him over the line. He groaned and then held his breath.

His cock launched a sudden spray of cum that rained on his t-shirt. Naomi moaned, sensing the moment had arrived from the way his balls were spasming in her mouth. His body's muscles clinched tightly, Abel let loose a long rope of white cum that arced in the air and fell in a thick stripe across his chest. Naomi had reached a hand up to the base of his cock and she circled it with her fingers, feeling it throb in her grip as his contracting muscles sent more of his hot, wet seed up its length. Rope after rope of his cum burst in quick succession from his cock, landing on his shirt, soaking it through. Naomi was busy, swirling her tongue around his balls, intent on setting their all of their contents free. Gasping for a breath, Abel shot one last strong spurt of cum and then slowed his stroking hand. He relaxed to the couch, breathing quickly.

Naomi let his balls out of her mouth. Straightening up, she looked at him and smiled at his spent expression and half-shut eyes.

"It didn't sound like you felt any discomfort", she said.

He let out a happy, sleepy sigh. "No, nothing at all."

"Good", she responded. She gave a gentle nudge to his balls, still damp from her mouth. Any tightness in his scrotum associated with his orgasm had passed now and his nuts rested in his loose sack on the couch, again.

"I am really going to enjoy these", she said.

She looked to his shirt, which he had nearly soaked with his load. It clung to him, as his chest rose and fell with his breath. She laid her hand on it, feeling how saturated it was.

"Don't ever worry that I won't know how much you need to cum." She gave him a wink. "Just give me little reminders like this."