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“I don’t believe that,” I said.

He shrugged.

I noticed his cock had gone half-limp as we stood talking.

“See,” I said with a nod. “You wasted it.”

“It’s this easy.” He gripped his dick in his hand and stroked it until it was stiff. “See?”

I exhaled a slow breath. “That’s hot.”

“What? Me stroking my cock?”

My pussy throbbed. “Uh huh,” I murmured. “I want to watch you stroke it.”

“Can’t stroke it for long, or I’ll…” He shrugged. “You know.”

I swallowed hard. “I’d pay to see that.”

He gave me a look. “To see me jack off?”

I swallowed again, and then nodded.

“Go put a quarter on the vanity,” he said with a wave of his free hand. “And leave the door open when you go.”

I had no idea if he was joking, but just for the sake of future conversation, I ran to my room and thrust my hand into the dish I kept my loose change in. After grabbing a handful, I rushed to the bathroom and held one of the quarters in the air, pinched between my thumb and forefinger.

“I’m ready when you are,” I said.

He reached for the faucet, turned on the water, and arched his back.

His bicep muscles flared with each stroke. With one hand resting shower wall just under the control, and the other stroking his cock, he tilted his head upward and closed his eyes.

Watching him masturbate fulfilled a lifelong dream. With my eyes fixed on his thick shaft, I watched him stroke himself to feverishly. Every few strokes, he’d twitch, and when he did, his abdominal muscles flexed. My eyes darted from his cock to his face and back, scanning his wide chest and torso as they passed.

His hand worked up and down the shaft of his stiff dick, stroking it fully.

Clutching a fistful of change between my legs, I cinched my thighs together. I was soaked. My boobs ached. I needed him desperately but knew his stubborn nature wouldn’t allow him to fuck me, especially after saying he wouldn’t.

So, I wallowed in sexual agony and watched him stroke his stiff cock.

As the water bounced off his taught muscles, up and down the shaft his hand worked, stroking the entire length of his cock from his balls to the swollen tip. After a few agonizing minutes, his speed increased, as did his breathing.

My pussy throbbed. Steam filled the room, making my state of sexual depravity much less manageable. I watched with hungry eyes as he took a few quick strokes, and then paused.

A stream of cum shot from the tip of his cock in spurts. He stroked it one more time, and then again, forcing yet another geyser of cum through the air.

I exhaled, and all but collapsed in the process. The temperature, the steam, his mouth-watering body, and the sheer excitement of it all was simply too much.

As he washed his amazing body, I slid from the edge of the vanity. He glanced in my direction as I approached the shower door.

“Happy?” he asked.

I tossed the entire fistful of loose change into the shower. As the coins rolled around at his feet, I looked at him and grinned. “That ought to be enough for the rest of the month,” I said. “I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re done.”

His brows knitted together. “In the bedroom?”

I took a few steps toward the door and paused. “Yeah. You can watch if you want, but it’ll cost you one of those quarters.”