Part of it was that. He liked pleasing his partners, as Erica could attest. But there was that part of him that wanted to have something to focus on besides his painfully full testicles.<br/><br/>As her wonderful chest is dragged over his face, his tongue would slip out at times to lick at it, and some times he would kiss, and even suckle.  If he got the chance to, he might just practically latch onto one of them, taking in as much of the sensitive flesh as he could into his mouth, and suckling on it with gusto, his tongue rubbing and caressing the nipple.<br/><br/>And every so often, every so often when Cass is teasing him, she can feel him try to buck upwards. Try to get inside her wet, welcoming folds. Try to grind himself against her. Try, try, and almost certainly fail, to get himself off.  And as much as he wanted to cum, wanted the pain to finally subside, part of him was genuinely enjoying this torment.