Caught in the act, my hand still wrapped around my sensitive cock, I struggle to compose myself as you enter the room. My heart races, not just from the surprise, but from the hunger in your gaze. You take in the sight of my glistening flesh, my ragged breathing, and the evidence of my pleasure coating my skin. The air between us crackles with tension, and I can't help but stroke myself again, this time for you. Your eyes widen as I spill more cum, your own body betraying your arousal as you watch me milk every last drop.