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Prostate Phone Sex From Guy’s POV After Lacey Fucked His ASS

Prostate phone sex was so hot the other night, I found my boyfriend had written this in his journal. Sharing because I didn’t know he haAs I lay on the bed, my eyes closed and my breathing steady, I felt your warm hands gently massaging my lower back. The sensation was soothing and comforting, making me feel safe and open to whatever you had in store for me. Suddenly, there was a subtle pressure against my prostate – just enough to make me take notice but not too much to alarm me. You began slowly circling your fingers around that sensitive spot, teasing it with gentle strokes that sent shivers down my spine.

“You like that?” you whispered in my ear as you continued your ministrations.

I moaned softly in response, arching my hips up towards your touch. It felt incredible – almost too good to be true. You increased the pressure slightly, still circling but now applying more focused attention on that small area of nerve endings deep within me. My cock twitched at the sensation; even though we weren’t focusing on it directly yet, its tip leaked pre-cum onto the sheets beneath us.

“That’s it,” you murmured approvingly before sliding one finger inside of me while continuing to work over my prostate from outside with another hand.”So fucking tight…” Your voice was low and husky as if savoring every moment of our intimacy together.”Just relax into it…let yourself enjoy this feeling.”

With each stroke both inside and out—in tandem now—my body started melting under yours; tension draining away as pleasure built up within every fiber of being until finally…oh

finally, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. My hips bucked off the bed as an intense wave of pleasure washed over me – a prostate orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced before! It felt like every nerve ending in my lower body was on fire with ecstasy while at the same time cool relief coursed through my veins leaving me weak-kneed and panting for air.

“Fuck…yes…” The words tumbled out of my mouth involuntarily as you continued to work your magic on both ends; milking every last drop of pleasure from deep within me until finally releasing me into blissful oblivion once more. As the aftershocks subsided and our hearts slowed down their frantic race together, we lay there entwined; sweaty skin sticking together but contentment filling every crevice where lust had moments ago resided.

“That,” you said softly against my ear, “was just a taste.”