"Hngh…" he groaned at my touch, yet I still stroked his dick softly. He moved like he was about to die and grabbed my hand tightly.
"Wait—" he said, and I paused.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He didn't answer immediately and only breathed heavily.
"It hurts way too much," he admitted, and I sighed softly. This wasn't relieving him at all.
"Have you ever fully cummed before?" I asked, and he shook his head negatively.
I released my hand from his dick. He stared at me in confusion, his lips parting slightly, but they closed again as I got up and gently wrapped a ribbon around my hair.
"I'm going to try something new now," I said softly, but he only stared at me, clearly full of lust and confusion.
"Do what?" he asked, and I smiled.
"Well, you'll know sooner or later," I muttered before slowly getting down on my knees.
"Master, why are you kneeling?" he asked worriedly and reached out toward me, but froze midair as my hand clasped around his dick.
