Cherry's hands, slick with oil, glide over Dagger's firm balls, kneading and rolling them gently. Her touch is feather-light yet purposeful, drawing out bead after bead of milky liquid from Dagger's throbbing cock. Dagger's breath hitches, his hips bucking slightly as Cherry's fingers trace the sensitive underside of his shaft. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft, wet noises of Cherry's skilled massage, pushing Dagger closer and closer to the edge.