His voice curled low against my ear, warm as the oil he poured between my tits.
“My darling… can I give you a complete massage today?
Some of it serious… some of it pure filthy play.”
I shivered, nipples already stiff, heartbeat racing against my ribs.
“Yes please,” I breathed, voice cracking with sudden heat.
He started at my temples, thumbs circling slow, melting every anxious knot.
Then those strong hands slid lower, gliding over my collarbones, cupping the heavy swell of my tits.
Oil dripped warm between them as he stroked and squeezed, thumbs brushing my aching nipples until I moaned loud, back arching clean off the sheets.
“Fuck, look at these pretty tits,” he growled, playful but starving. “So full… so ready for me.”
He leaned down, tongue flicking one tight nipple, then sucked it hard between his lips. The wet heat made my cunt clench instantly, slick nectar flooding my folds.
His hands never stopped. They traveled down my belly, parting my thighs with firm, teasing pressure.
Fingers stroked along my soaked pussy lips, spreading them wide so the cool air kissed my swollen clit.
I gasped, hips bucking as two thick fingers sank deep into my dripping cunt, curling hard against that spongy spot that made my toes curl and my moans turn filthy.
“That’s it, baby… feel how wet this greedy little cunt is for me,” he whispered, voice rough with lust.
He pumped his fingers faster, the wet squelching sound filling the room while his thumb rubbed tight, relentless circles on my throbbing clit.
My thighs trembled, juices coating his wrist as pleasure burned hotter up my spine.
I reached down, desperate, wrapping my hand around his thick, veiny cock.
God, he was rock hard, shaft pulsing in my grip. I stroked him slow and dirty, smearing the bead of precum over his swollen head, loving how he groaned against my neck.
He climbed between my legs, still fingering me deep, grinding his hot cock against my inner thigh.
“Tell me where you want this cock, darling,” he teased, nibbling my earlobe. “Want me to slide it into this soaked pussy and fuck you until you’re shaking?”
I nodded frantically, cunt squeezing his fingers. “Please… fuck me. Fill me up.”
With a wicked chuckle he pulled his fingers free, slick with my cream, and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my dripping folds.
One smooth thrust and he buried every inch inside me. The stretch was perfect—burning, full, delicious.
He started slow, grinding deep, then built to long, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into desperate cries.
Rain kept tapping the window while he fucked me harder, hands pinning my wrists above my head just like in the photo.
Every thrust sent fresh waves of slick nectar gushing around his shaft.
I wrapped my legs around him, heels digging into his back, trembling as my orgasm started to crest—hot, unstoppable, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, voice playful and dark at once. “Let me feel this tight little pussy milk every drop.”
My whole body shuddered hard, back bowing, loud moans spilling out as I came, juices flooding around his thrusting cock.
He kept driving into me through every spasm, chasing his own release, until he finally buried himself to the hilt and groaned my name, pulsing hot and deep inside me.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, rain still falling outside… his hands gently stroking my skin again, this time soft and sweet.
Mmm babe… that massage turned into so much more. Tell me, would you give me a “complete massage” like that? 😈💦
