Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
Well after dark, he rested on his hands and knees in front of me. His body flushed, warm, and completely surrendered to the moment. His breathing was heavy. The gentle arch of his back was a clear invitation that didn’t need words.
Running my fingers along the curve of his pert ass, I positioned myself behind him. Gliding my hands over the curve of his hips, I gripped him softly. His skin was hot beneath my palms, trembling at the slightest touch. When I leaned forward, pressing close enough for him to feel the head of my strap-on against his pucker. My chest pressed against his back and a shudder ran through his entire frame.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured into the crook of his neck, my lips lightly brushing his damp skin.
A quiet sob caught in his throat, a sound raw with overwhelming sensation. “Please,” he gasped, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him. “Don’t wait… I need you.”
I took my time, guiding him into the rhythm, driving every sensation deep. The contrast of my firm hold against his complete vulnerability sent a rush through the quiet room. Every slick, deliberate push brought another breathless…
Taking Him From Behind
Well after dark, he rested on his hands and knees in front of me. His body flushed, warm, and completely surrendered to the moment. His breathing was heavy. The gentle arch of his back was a clear invitation that didn’t need words.
Running my fingers along the curve of his pert ass, I positioned myself behind him. Gliding my hands over the curve of his hips, I gripped him softly. His skin was hot beneath my palms, trembling at the slightest touch. When I leaned forward, pressing close enough for him to feel the head of my strap-on against his pucker. My chest pressed against his back and a shudder ran through his entire frame.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured into the crook of his neck, my lips lightly brushing his damp skin.
A quiet sob caught in his throat, a sound raw with overwhelming sensation. “Please,” he gasped, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him. “Don’t wait… I need you.”
I took my time, guiding him into the rhythm, driving every sensation deep. The contrast of my firm hold against his complete vulnerability sent a rush through the quiet room.
Every slick, deliberate push brought another breathless plea from his lips.
He tilted his head back against my shoulder, tears of pure pleasure glistening on his eyelashes as his surrender gripped him.
“More… please, just don’t stop,” he cried out, his voice cracking with a desperate, beautiful urgency. He pushed back into me, begging for the pressure. Craving the friction that was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
I tightened my grip on his hips, matching his frantic energy with a relentless pace that left no room for thought, only feeling. He unraveled completely beneath me, weeping from the sheer height of the pleasure. Fully consumed by the sweet, agonizing demand to be taken further than he had ever been before.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449