EXTREME Public Exhibitionist Handjob, clothed people walking by

The sun blazed down on the crowded beach, but all I could focus on was the hard cock in my hand, the soft denim of his jeans barely containing the thick, throbbing meat. His eyes were wild, scanning the passersby, hoping for a glimpse of someone catching us. My hand moved in a steady rhythm, the palm of my hand slick with precum, the friction burning hot. I could feel every ridge, every vein pulsing under my touch. The public exhibitionist handjob was making his hips buck, his breath hitching as he fought to keep quiet. A family strolled by, the kids kicking sand, the parents oblivious to the filthy scene unfolding just feet away. His hand gripped my wrist, urging me faster, harder. I could feel his cock swelling, the head leaking more precum, my thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the slick fluid down the shaft.

I leaned in, my breath hot on his ear, whispering dirty nothings, “Look at them, walking by, none the wiser. They’d fucking freak if they knew I was jerking you off right here, right now.” His body tensed, his cock jerking in my grasp. I could feel the orgasm building, the muscles in his thighs tightening. I tightened my grip, my hand flying over his cock, the sound of flesh against denim filling the air. A group of teens ran past, their laughter echoing, their eyes wide with youthful innocence. It was too much for him. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his cock pulsating, hot jets of cum soaking through his jeans. I slowed my hand, milking every last drop, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I watched the unsuspecting crowd, the dirty secret of our public display of lust hidden in plain sight.