Part 4 There is no thinking for me anymore. The way his han..
Added 2023-12-05 12:48:58 +0000 UTCPart 4 There is no thinking for me anymore. The way his hands and tounge move... I can hardly breath, I dont know how I am managing to be quite... Sensually his hands creep up my thigh, until I feel him part my lips. His thumb twirls on my clit in the same direction that his tounge is curling on my nipples. He lifts his face. "You will enjoy this" he says with a smile as his head makes its way between my legs. "This will take your stress away." Oh my god.. I am getting one of those happy ending massages. I feel a little awkward about it, taking me out of the plesure place my mind had been. Then my pain sets back in, and his tounge reaches my clit. Fuck it, if its going to help... I close my eyes and allow the pulses of energy he send threw my body to take over. Each time he flicks his tounge its like a vein of energy snakes up my body from my clit to my brain. Its clear he knows what hes doing, the stedy motion he keeps gives me no time to rest. Whats that? His hand.. Its.... OH FUCK. A moan escapes my lips as he runs the tip of his finger along the outside of my dripping wet hole, moving in slowly, rubbing the edges one cenimeter at a time until he finds that rough spot. Instantly I orgasm. I let out a huge moan as my body spazms in uncoltrolabe plesure, but he dosnt stop. He holds my hip down with one hand, sucks my clit harder, and keeps rubbing that spot inside of me. I can feel another burst building up. I cant help wiggling, but his had is strong, my lower half stays in place. He keeps the repetative motion going, not changing anything, causing the pressure to build. I breath harder, not even remembering where I am, lost in the feeling of over stimulation until another burst surges threw my body. He slows. I breath. (I will decide next time if I make this the end and go to a new story line or if the massage goes on ;) )
