How to Give Mindblowing Handjobs

Veruca James grabs the thick shaft and starts slow, letting the tension build in her fist. She wraps her fingers tight at the base, gives it a hard squeeze, and feels every vein pulse under her palm. She twists her wrist on the upstroke, the motion slick and deliberate, and the guy’s hips jerk forward on instinct. Her grip loosens, her strokes lengthen, then she clamps down again just below the head until he’s breathing through his teeth. She keeps him on the edge like that for minutes, building and backing off, watching his balls draw up and letting them hang again. When she presses two fingers under the sack and rubs the smooth skin of his perineum, his whole body tenses. She keeps her other hand working in lazy circles around the crown, never giving enough pressure to finish him. Her mouth hovers so close he can feel the heat of her breath, lips parted, almost touching. She lowers her head like she’s going to take him in, but stops just short, the tip brushing her bottom lip before she pulls back and grins. The denial makes his cock throb visibly. Veruca shifts her position, straddling one thigh so she can stroke down at an angle, her forearm brushing his stomach with every pump. Every time he gets close she eases off—sometimes right when he’s pulsing hardest—leaving him straining and empty. She squeezes at the root again, balls cupped in her palm, and strokes only the upper half, milking him in short, cruel bursts. When she finally lets him come, it’s on her terms, the load shooting in thick ropes across his stomach while she keeps working the head, rubbing it raw and oversensitive. He’s still twitching when she sits back, licking her thumb clean, eyes locked on his like she’s already planning round two.