Girlfriend gives me an incredible slow teasing handjob with her magic hands

Cameras rolled as Bettina, a busty German beauty, entered the dimly lit room. Her ample bosom strained against a low-cut top, her cleavage deep and tantalizing. She wore tight jeans that clung to her juicy ass like a second skin. Bettina’s long blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she spotted her boyfriend prone on the bed, his cock already half-hard in anticipation.

“Hallo, mein Schatz,” Bettina purred, walking towards him with a sensual sway of her hips. “Today, I show you the true magic of my hands, ja?”

She straddled his thighs, grinding her jean-clad pussy against his length. Reaching out, she slowly unbuttoned his fly, her fingertips skimmed the sides of his cock as she extracted it from his pants. It bobbed free, thick and hard, the flared head already dewy with precum. Bettina licked her lips hungrily at the sight.

“But first,” she murmured, leaning down to blow warm air over his cockhead. “I tease you, make you beg for more…” Her fingers dancing up and down his shaft, barely grazing the velvet skin. Just enough to make him squirm with need.

Bettina took her time, leaning over his body to give him a tantalizing view of her cleavage. She let wisps of blonde hair tickle his member as she nuzzled his balls. Her pink tongue darted out to lap at the underside of his cock, following a prominent vein from root to tip. She circled her fingers around the flexing head, spreading the pearl of precum. All while maintaining an agonizingly light touch, her caress more of a whisper on his throbbing dick.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good,” her boyfriend gasped, hips bucking up to press his cock more firmly against her slick palm. Bettina tsked, wagging a finger at him.

“Ah ah, keine lassen,” she scolded. “No touching, only feeling.” She continued her maddeningly delicate stroking routine, squeezing just a hair harder, then back to a ghost of a touch. Her other hand toyed with his balls, rolling them gently in their sac.

“Please, Baby,” he whimpered. “I can’t take much more of this. I need you to make me come.”

“Mmm, I decide when you come, Schatz,” she giggled, giving his member a sudden hard squeeze before lightening her touch again. “I make you beggin’ like a dirrry dog.” Her fingers trailed down to his taint, tapping the sensitive spot there before returning to his aching cock.

Sweet Jesus in heaven, the torture was sublime. Every nerve ending felt electrified and raw as Bettina’s skilled hands worked him over. She twisted and gyrated her wrist, making the underside of his cockhead rub in her slippery palm. She used his precum as lubricant, slicking him up so she could fist his girthy shaft easily. Her plump tits rested on his thighs as she jerked him off in a varied cadence, occasionally leaning in to suck the tip, hollowing her cheeks and sending the supreme bliss through his loins.

“Leider,” she moaned around his cockhead, the vibrations nearly undoing him. “I hope you remember this always, ja? How my hands work magic on your big, thick boy cock.” She lactated firmly at the base and crept up, till she held just his fat cockhead in her warm hand, applying sublime pressure to the most sensitive part, teasing his frenulum and piss slit. “This diieeeck you keep hard and ready for me, understand?”

“Yes, yes!” he grunted breathlessly. “I’ll be hard and ready, always, for you and your magic hands. Only for you!”

“Gut Jung.” She increased her pace, cracking the spanking motion against his pubes before smoothing back down his thick length. Her other hand cupped his balls, tugging and releasing in rhythm with her stroke. As she jerked him to greater and greater heights of arousal, her fingers would occasionally brush his sensitive tight nut skin and then with a swipe up, rub down his perineum focussing on his perving taught muscle to his rectum.

“Ohhh FUCK yes! Faster, don’t stop! Fuuuuck I’m coming!”

“That’s it, you come for me now, liebling,” Bettina commanded, stroking him at a dizzying speed. “Here it comes, I can feel it!”

Jets of hot seed erupted from his cock, spattering his chest and abs. She kept pumping through his orgasm, working him dry till he collapsed on the bed.

Bettina smiled in satisfaction, having reduced him to a quivering, spunk-drunk mess. “Until next time, mein Schatz,” she purred, leaning down to kiss him deeply. The promise of more handjobs, and other naughty delights, shone in her baby blue eyes.

Her boyfriend could barely croak a hoarse “next time”. He knew the magic of her hands would have him wanting more, ready to be submitted to her divine tortures again and again. What a lucky schmuck he was.