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He’d been especially obedient today, never once faltering as I asked him to fetch my slippers, dust the bookshelf, or even whisper a shy “good girl” whenever I caught his eyes darting away in embarrassment. So, I decided that a reward was in order.
When I called him into the living room, he hesitated at the doorway. I guided him onto the plush couch. My hands moved with deliberate slowness, brushing against his smooth skin, feeling the delicate tremor that rose with each lingering touch. I slipped my fingers under his robe, tracing the curve of his waist, then sliding down to his hips, where the soft fabric clung to his slender thighs.
He’d been especially obedient today
“You’ve been such a good boy, now let me show you how much I appreciate you,” I whispered. I watched his eyes widen. His shoulders relaxed into the couch, as his body responded to the tender, teasing rhythm I set with my fingertips.
Every kiss I placed along his collarbone was a tiny reward for his perfect obedience. I leaned in, letting my breath caress the sensitive skin. My lips lingered just long enough to make his pulse race. My tongue slipped over his earlobe and I could see the way his fingers twitched, yearning for more.
I slipped my hand between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his cock, and his hips instinctively parted to grant me fuller access to his balls and his hole. My palm hovered above him momentarily before I pressed down gently, feeling his muscles tense, then relax under my touch. As I began the slow, rhythmic motion of stroking his fat dick, I could hear his breathing deepen.
The tempo of my hand grew faster, as if mirroring the flicker of excitement in his eyes. I whispered teasingly, “You’ve earned every ounce of this,” as I alternated between light, feather‑like strokes and firmer, grounding pressure that made his hips arch toward me.
I let my fingers linger on his cock until he was just about to cum, then let go, as I watched his face contort. His entire body shivered as he let out a deep, guttural sigh that reverberated through the couch. I wrapped my arms around him until his breath returned to a gentle rhythm.
He rested his head against my chest, as his fingers absentmindedly traced the outline of my collarbone. I resumed edging him, over and over, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and fired a load of hot cum straight up into the air.
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