"But I want you to touch me." He whined, though he reached down and started stroking himself again. "I mean, don't you want your hand on my swollen cock?" Wilson purred, eyes closed. "Don't you want to feel me arch up into you and feel my hot come all over your hand? Don't you want to see me let go...just knowing you are the one who," he didn't finish and instead gasped as he squeezed himself.