Sensual Prostate Milking: Working Len Up

For our sensual prostate milking play, I had Len facedown on the bed, his ass exposed.

I think my favorite thing about Len on the bed, ready for his sensual prostate milking, was his choice of clothes. In fact, he was so cold that he still had on mid-calf socks as he spread open his ass cheeks for me. It was rather cute; no matter how inconvenienced his body might be, he still wanted me to play with his ass and his prostate. That’s true need, and I love it.

And when good men bend over for me, I love it even more.

His gorgeous little pink pucker waited for my tongue, my fingers, or the cold head of my dildo. It wanted anything I could give, honestly. And I planned to give that greedy hole a lot during our sensual prostate milking session.

As I leaned between his legs, I smiled. Before I started, I pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, letting him know where I was. And then I stood, lubing up my fingers with a fun, tingling warming lube that made Len squirm whenever we used it.

One finger easily pressed inside.

Len arched his back, pressing his hips toward my hand. It was subtle, but there. I continued to drive my finger into his tight hole, stretching it out. His hands began to tighten on the sheets as his breathing hitched, but he steadfastly made no sounds.

However, I knew that would change later on in our sensual prostate milking play.

“Alright. No more stretching,” I warned Len, adding a second finger. This time, I was merciless.  As I entered his ass, I aimed straight for his prostate. My fingers pressed and pinched, moving back and forth as I wiggled my knuckles over that bundle of nerves.

This time, Len did let out a moan at my sensual prostate milking. Instinctively, his hips began to grind themselves back on his finger. Honestly, I didn’t need to do much movement. Instead, he was fucking himself on my two fingers, while my left hand held onto his thigh.

I let him play with himself until his breath came out in short gasps, and as his hands tightened on the sheet, he began to shake. And then, just as he was about to orgasm, I pulled away.

Len looked over his shoulder, eyes dark and wild, mouth open. His whole body was flushed with pleasure. It was the most erotic thing I had seen in a while.

“Keep fucking yourself on my fingers,” I commanded and added a third to massage his p-spot. Len’s face went back into the pillow, letting out a loud moan that rumbled through his body and even into my fingers. Apparently, he really liked this sensual prostate milking. Or maybe he just liked the gentle domination session we were having.

Either way, his body betrayed what I could not see from his cock, being on his stomach. He loved this attention and was leaking a flood from the tip of his cock.

I paused for a moment, pulling my fingers out.

“Now then, Len, do you think I should let you come?”

What would you say in Len’s position? Call me and let me know!

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