Tell her not to forget your balls
From Create Your Own Story
You smirk down at the naked healer. "Don't forget the balls."
She startles slightly, her salve-slicked hands still wrapped around your pulsing cock. She nods faintly, and stops for a moment to pour out another glob of salve into her hands.
She cups your balls, massaging the creamy mixture into your skin. You feel electric – her timid touch, rolling your sack gently with one hand, while the other slides up and down your shaft. The salve warms under her palms, a heat that seeps into your sensitive areas and caresses your genitalia.
You can just about hear the healer inhaling slightly. She can smell the salve and the Sightmistress’s herbs, mingling with the musk of your arousal so close to her face. She works into a rhythm, her curls bobbing as she strokes you – longer, firmer pulls along your length, thumb brushing the swollen tip.
Her grip tightens slightly, slippery fingers squeezing as she massages and you feel a pressure building. She glances up at you with those wide, innocent eyes and her hands glide faster, one pumping your shaft, the other kneading your balls. It’s too much. The slick movement, the heat, her flushed, focused face. Your hips buck and you release thick ropes of cum, shooting over her shoulder and oozing over her hand. A little catches in her hair.
The healer recoils with a yelp, clearly taken by surprise. She stares stunned at the mess of salve and seed as your slippery dick continues to pulse in her hands. You hold her bare shoulders to steady yourself.
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