premature ejaculation

Despite her protests, she comes around the buzzing toy anyway, spilling clear fluid all over the bedsheets. He laughs coldly. "I just said I was gonna let you come. I didn't say I was gonna use my fingers to do it." He pulls the vibe out of her swollen folds to press it against her clit instead. "This works, doesn't it?" "Aaaah...noooo--!"

“Are you insinuating that I’m not entertaining?” “I’m insinuating that you’re lazy.” A couple of small donations come in at once, tearing Suguru’s eyes away from the drawing to read the names. His view count has shot up by almost a hundred; he always gets more engagement when Satoru is on call with him. Not that that sort of thing really matters to him, but it is a little funny, and he can’t help but smile ironically and shake his head to himself. Suguru is a part-time tattoo artist (per his own wishes) and part-time streamer (per Satoru's). Satoru's choice of career is anything but surprising, being a full time content creator, broadcasting himself to tens of thousands of people almost every day. They live together, work together, and know almost everything about each other.Almost.

Minho whines softly, his hands bunching up into the sheets as Jisung begins to stroke his knuckle against the handful of centimeters that make up Minho’s erect shaft. His words, too, go straight to Minho’s head, making him dizzy and breathless. It’s been a long while since he’s had to actually worry too much about Jisung not finding him satisfying—or worse, being turned off by him. It’s the fact that it’s less that Jisung is reassuring him, but rather him being turned on by the size of Minho’s cock, praising it, practically worshiping it, that makes his head spin.