DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

By now my fear of being discovered by a member of her f****y had been replaced in my brain by the desire to not only enjoys it but to make the most of it, I now had an overwhelming urge to watch! I wanted to see what she was doing, I couldn’t believe my brain, now I wanted to watch with my own eyes, not just imagine what it looked like? It already felt so good, my best ever wank had never come anywhere close, I wanted to watch her suck me, I needed to watch, in hindsight I think it was the desire to see, to witness this amazing experience that was preventing me from shooting my load down her throat. I’d masturbated often enough that I knew how to prolong the experience, when to ease off and slow the pace to make it last longer, to know the signs that told me I was close to Cumming, right now I was completely under her spell, she was in control, while I didn’t want to cum to quickly I was reluctant to speak and break the spell, fearful that if I did speak she might come to her senses and realise what she was doing and throw me out unsatisfied. I could feel the muscles in my thighs involuntarily contract as the sensation became more intense.