A competition

She was visibly turning a bit red, and i could feel her breath getting harder, so I let her nipples loose.

She also stopped kissing, and we just looked at each other for a second. It seemed like both our brains had just lagged.

It was a good thing when her brain suddenly started responding again and she started sucking on my nipples.

I was honestly confused about how her train of thought reached that point, but I wasn't complaining.

She lightly pulled my nipples with her teeth. Managing to delicately and gracefully yet safely manage to deliver me pleasure..

Although, i hate male moans with a passion, I subconsciously let out an audible groan of pleasure.

That groan made Abi pause for a second, but she continued on to my other nipple after that while playing with the previous nipple with her hands.

When she ended her play, I decided to suck on her nipples.

As soon as she lifted off and gave me enough space, I lowered myself a bit to reach her nipple level.

I aggressively sucked on her nipple.

No teeth, just pure suction and tongue.

When i only got tiny flinches and no moans in response, I stepped it up a little, by intensifying my tongue play.

Her erect nipples packed a size large enough for my tongue to play with them. I also flicked around her other nipple with my hand.

Which finally resulted in the most quiet moan I had heard in my entire life.

Though in her defense, technically speaking, all the moans I have ever heard were from pornstars except my mother. That was quite the time, well it's a story for another time, anyway.

Someone soon signaled us to move on, and as before, Abi tried taking the lead by slowly getting on her knees on the floor while I sat on the edge of the bed.

She first gently grabbed my already erect eight incher and swung it around, like giving it a warm up.

She then slowly started jerking me off, giving me a very slow yet steady start.

Her hand's delicately wrapped around my dick, giving me the perfect pleasure as they glided across my thick shaft.

Also, I am pretty sure someone dropped lube from above, but how?

I wanted to look around but that would call a cut, so I shoved my curiosity in a box and continued the scene.

After she reached a somewhat normal speed for jacking off, she changed her motion.

With the up and down motion, she added a rotation too. It was like a screwing motion.

And just with this tiny change, the amount of pleasure increased astronomically.

I had been masturbating for almost half of my life, but i could never use the fabled 'corkscrew jackoff perfectly.

Yet here it was, being performed perfectly. Her small and soft hands were as if someone had molded them just for this.

I could make out a visible smile on her face as she jacked me off, and I moaned out of the pleasure. As she reached the top of my dick, where my sensitivity peaked, there was just no way I couldn't moan.

Heck, even my whole body just seemed to shiver as her hand twirled around my penis head.

I had found the holy grail of jacking off.

I looked over to my side where the cameras were and there stood some crew guy holding a large sign which said in large bold letters 'tap thrice, if you are going to finish.'

I smiled, as I knew I was nowhere close to finishing it up. I was going to experience all of this certainly very skilled washboard. Defeat her and then cum.

Right when I thought there was no way there could be anything better than this, she surprised me with her other hand that gently ran its index finger across my balls.

There was just something about that cold sensation that made a jolt run through my body.

She then started gently tickling my balls, barely touching the surface or making any contact, yet still pleasuring me.

Yet there was a look of confusion on her face.

It took me a while to realize, but it was probably because no other man had made it this far without taking a break.

But here I was, barely showing any signs of calling for a break.

I am sure that if the past me was doing this, I would have probably cummed just from her first stroke, maybe even before the stroke.

For some reason, this also annoyed her. It seemed as if she was facing a challenge. I could just feel her competitive spirit radiating on her face.

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A/N

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Also, if anyone got recommendations for the 'Abi' char art post them in the chapter comment.

Preferably 'art' not actual pictures since i am not really sure about the legal implication of using someone's actual face.