With my eyes fogged with desire and a tear streaming down my cheek resulting from this unimaginable bliss and sexual torture, with a trembling hand almost helpless, I reached over to Leonard to pull his hair in a silent request for orgasm. But instead of fulfilling my request, he seized my hand and directed it at his penis, looking into my eyes, full of command and lust.
In the first moment, something broke through my mind and through the mist of pleasure and sexual bliss that surrounded me, and I wanted to take my hand back, but at this moment Leonardo sucked my penis harder, and I knew that, until he got what he wanted, that is my hand on his penis, I will not get what I want, that is my desired fulfillment, my orgasm.
I began to masturbate him. First with slow tormenting movements, then increasing the tempo and intensity of my actions, adapting them to theirs ruthless and delightful movements.
