Over The Edge II : The Ultimate Jerk Off Challenge

Heat pressed against him like a dirty secret he'd been trying to keep all night. The air didn't move, just hung there thick and wet as she leaned in close, breath catching on his ear. Her fingers slipped between fabric with purpose, found him already hard, already waiting. She worked him in rough strokes that meant business, palm tight, wrist snapping in short jerks. They didn't have time for nice. Her free hand gripped his belt like she might tear it off. A door opened somewhere nearby and footsteps faded, but her grip didn't loosen. If anything she stroked harder, thumb rolling slow over the wet tip just to watch him flinch. She bit his earlobe and whispered nothing you could repeat, then gave him one last squeeze before she eased back into the shadows, leaving his zipper half-down and his cock still straining against cotton, aching for more.