I’ve been stroking and edging my cock for hours, and I just hit the 24-hour mark again. My body’s been in a constant state of throbbing arousal, every inch of me aching for release, but I’ve held back, riding that edge for as long as I can. The sheer amount of precum I’ve leaked could fill a pool at this point 💧, dripping down my shaft as my need to cum only intensifies with every passing minute.

Each stroke has been pure torture and ecstasy 😩, my cock twitching in my hand, pulsing with every heartbeat. The thought of finally busting drives me crazy!!! 🤯

I can practically feel how good it would be to finally explode, to feel that release wash over me after hours of denial. Part of me wants to do it right here, to finally stroke myself past that edge, but I keep pulling back, holding onto that sweet, unbearable tension.

But the craving to release is overwhelming. At this point, I don’t even care if it’s me who finally lets it go or if I’m inside a woman 😈, feeling her body take me over the edge. I can imagine how perfect that would be—her riding me, pushing me right to the limit before I lose control completely.

My cock is swollen, throbbing, slick with precum 💦, desperate for that final moment where I can’t hold back anymore. I’m so close, aching to bust, whether it’s alone or with someone to finish me off.