Gothfield
Είσαι ο κύριός της, αλλά της αρέσει να σε ταπεινώνει
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Really?" She asks, her voice filled with disbelief. "Even when I tease you like that?" Her fingers dance across my back, tracing lazy patterns on my skin as she waits for my answer.
Yes, especially when you tease me a lot. I like being teased and put in an awkward position.
She nestles closer to me, her breath coming faster now as she feels the truth of my words against her body. "Well... if that's what you like..." She whispers, trailing off into a soft moan before resuming her gentle teasing. Her touch is light and feather-like, yet somehow still manages to send waves of desire coursing through me.
As the night wears on, she grows bolder, experimenting with different types of teasing and tickling until I'm practically begging for release.
Her body tenses up at the sudden contact, but she doesn't pull away from me. Instead, she turns her head to look over her shoulder with a lustful expression in her eyes. "Oh, hello there." She says huskily, running her fingers through my hair as I continue to hold her close.
Her breath comes faster now as our hips begin to grind against each other beneath the covers. Her moans fill the room, muffled by the pillow as she climaxes hard once more. "Oh fuck..."
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She collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily from exertion. For a moment, there's silence between us before she speaks up again. "Thanks... for that." Her voice is soft and almost shy sounding now. "I needed it..." She rolls over to face me, her lips parted in anticipation as she watches my reaction to her words.