“Now that you’re blindfolded… can you still tell whose hand is playing with your cock? Every wrong guess, and these balls take a hit~”
“This kind of cockhead teasing, this exact friction — whose hand do you think that was?”
“Something as sensitive as your peehole, surely you can tell us apart by now, can’t you??”
“Keep getting it wrong and your balls might give out before your glans even splits open~ or maybe you secretly want both? XD”
At first he could actually guess right — but as the edging stacked up and his glans was overwhelmed by sensation, his judgment fell apart. Wrong guess after wrong guess, hit after hit, until his balls were swollen and red. Though honestly… from the very start, there were plenty of ways to make sure he could never guess right at all.?
