Now, the teasing begins. I take a single baby wipe, but I don’t just scrub. I drag it slowly from his perineum up to the base of his cock, barely touching the skin, leaving a trail of moisture that makes him shudder. I circle the head of his dick, teasing the slit, letting a drop of pre-cum mingle with the water of the wipe.
“Do you want me to clean you, baby? Do you want Mommy to make you sparkle?”
He groans, his hips bucking upward, trying to push himself into my hand. I slap his thigh—hard—the sound echoing in the room. “Stay still. Mommy decides when you get the reward.”
I discard the wipe and lean down. I don’t use my hands anymore. I start at the bottom, my tongue flicking out to lick the remaining mess off his skin, cleaning him with slow, wet strokes. I move upward, my tongue swirling around his balls, tasting every inch of him, savoring the scent of his arousal. He’s shaking now, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his fingers clutching the edges of the mat.
Then, I wrap my lips around his cock. I suck him deep, my throat tightening around him, while my hand reaches down to massage his prostate through the skin of his perineum. I can feel him pulsing, the tension building until he’s practically vibrating. I pull back just as he’s about to peak, leaving him glistening and dripping, his cock twitching in the open air
























