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In the chair by the side of your bed– hovering like and angel over your damaged body, I do the only thing I know how, the thing I do the best. Lifting you in my hands, massaging your balls– feeling the mass fill my hands. Kneading and stroking you to hard- like a nurse, or a whore, or a fluffer– perhaps all three in one, but certainly an expert in milking cock.

Once sufficiently hard for my taste, I graze my lips across the tip of your cock, letting a gathering of spit drop, sliding my fingers through the saliva lubricant– glossing up the tip of your cock. Squeezing your balls and grasping around the base– I make your cock bigger than it really is. Pointing towards the sky, I lean for a kiss, a drop, a swallow– drifting up and down your branch, coating you in my mouth, making you polished and lubricious enough for the new cock ring to put on. It still took work, and I may have made you wince more than once, but the ring was slid down and place at the base of your cock. When I hit the vibe your body, your ass clinches and the humming emanates from not only the device, but from between your lips too.

Being a dedicated cock nurse, I begin to work in earnest– alternating between my fingers, hands and mouth– finding the right vibe adjustment on the Lelo ring that makes your cock fully engorged, hard, red and angry– just how I like it.

I decide to bring you back down a bit– well there is no bringing that cock back down, but I slow the process by turning the vibe on very low and administering a slow teasing hand job– no cumming to soon for you.
"Do you like that? I bet you want come don't you…I don't think you came last night did you? ahhh you must be pretty backed up."
You only nod, shift your head, perhaps a loving scowl- your brain function is all trapped in your cock– which is leaking and dripping strands of pre-cum all over the place now. Like a animal your cock drips around your pulsing head.

Increasing the cadence of my handjob, licking the pre-cum away and turning the vibe on as strong as it will, I decide it's time. Again the vibe makes your body clinch, and my mouth keeps it that way, everything about you is rigid.
Up for air–
"Come for me."
My strokes, firm– not fast and not slow, pull the orgasm from body, draining, and indeed milking. Exploding spurts hit my tongue, then surround my hands and fingers– I keep my stroke tightly around your branch, I want every last drop.

The seizing of your body releases, the clinching subsides– cock heavy, used and spent– for now at least– the cock ring slides easily off. Your eyes slit and you slip into sleep. I– the nurse, the whore, clean up and curl in next to you.

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