The room’s dim, that low amber glow from the lamp, and the air already feels warmer than it should.
You’re laid back and it’s just… tension first. I don’t talk much—words would ruin it. Which, okay, I’ll focus on the feel instead.
My palm settles warm at your back, taking up space before anything more intimate starts. Oil moves slow onto you, then hands follow, unhurried and deliberate, like I’m letting your body tell the pace.
Wait — when your breathing turns ragged, it’s all about restraint. I’m not going wild, just resting, holding that spot and watching how you react, then easing things along when you relax enough. Cool, you tense and let go in waves, and yeah, I can feel the little flutters and spasm-y moments.
I don’t rush. I keep it steady with light pressure, slow circles, then more targeted touches as your body gets tighter and tighter. Your moans change—quieter, broken, almost like you’re surprised by what’s happening.
Eventually I lean in and it turns into that low, rough kind of voice that makes everything lock up, muscles seizing for a second. Then the orgasm rolls deep, different, like it’s coming from inside and just keeps going. I’ll keep that rhythm until you’re gasping and oversensitive, trembling, and finally easing things back—slow.
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