There is something so satisfying about teasing the fuck out of a guy with just my hands. A thick hard rigid cock to slide my hands up and down. Very slow deliberate stroking for a long slow build up. Almost teasingly slow. My hand speed never quickening no matter how much pleading he does, and he will surely beg me to go faster, but he will be ignored as I know best. He thinks my hands are slowly torturing him but the truth is that I’m leading him to one of the most intense ball draining orgasms he has ever experienced. My left hand holding the base of his cock and cupping his aching balls, while my right hand slowly strokes, slowly building, slowly sliding up and down his rock hard cock. And then I feel it, that first ball twitch, that first sign that he is reaching the point of no return. The cum starts to rise up his cock and this is the moment he needs me to pump him hard, to make that cum spray, but I don’t. I remove my hand and let nature take its course, I let his cum rise so damn slowly up his cock that he feels like he will pass out from the extended pure pleasure of his impending ejaculation, and only when his cum is dripping down his aching cock will I return my hand, sliding it slowly down from the cumming tip to his emptying balls and milking the last drops of cum from his gasping spasming body