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But I can go again. I’m still hard. I circle my cock, faster and faster, pulling and tugging so viciously, no one else could do this to me but me.
And I come again, the pleasure yet again taking over my body and making me grunt.
I haven’t taken a survey, but I think most men don’t know they can come twice if they just keep going. I do it all the time.
After my breathing regulates, I extricate my now-spent cock from the ring and finish with my shower. I sure feel better now. Loose. Tranquil. Less uptight.
When I step outafter rinsing and turning off the water, I wrap a towel around my waist and grimace at my messy hair in the mirror. My glassy eyes. My flushed cheeks.
I think about what it’ll it be like when I actually touch her.
If I ever do.
