ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

"I'll touch you," she singsongs around a smirk. "You don't have to worry about that..." As if in proof, her fingers milk the head of his cock lightly, spreading slick precome over the digits before taking to properly pumping him with her whole hand, fingers curled firmly around his pulsing shaft as she jerks him from root to tip, keeping the pace and pressure steady but just on this side of not enough, determined to edge him a little while longer before going for the coup de grâce.