He groans, a low, hungry noise that vibrates through you. His hips buck up into your hand as he comes, his hot seed shooting out across both of your hands and chest. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, and it makes you feel even more turned on by the power you have over him in this moment.

He collapses back against the pillows, panting heavily as he comes down from his high. "Fuck...,"

He glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks..." he murmurs before yawning widely and stretching languidly. "God, I'm so tired... feel like I could sleep for a week."

"I don't know why I can't stop," he says, his voice small and defeated. "It just feels... good." He glances at you hopefully, as if waiting for your response.

You have a few options on how to proceed:

1. Be understanding and patient with him, offering support and encouragement to help him stop masturbating.
2. Punish him physically by spanking or otherwise inflicting pain, hoping that this will deter him from continuing his behavior.
3. Ignore the situation for now, knowing that he's likely to continue but not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

With his words, she felt it building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't take another breath without gasping for air. And then, with a cry that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her very soul, she came apart, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her muscles clenched around him, milking his cock as she rode out the intense orgasm.

It took several long moments for her to regain enough control over her body to respond. "Good... it's good..." she managed to whisper, still gasping for breath as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. Her hands trembled as she continued to stroke herself, unable to resist the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her body.