JackJonesHull Posted 21 hours ago Her eyes drew his own. They were set upon his and he was unable to, now, tear his gaze away. He saw her body softly rocking in time to the piston grasp of his own hand. At first he thought it was she moving in time to him but, after a little time, he realised that it was both of them, the moment had brought some *** level of synchronicity. She was surprised by the confusion she was feeling. The power she had over him remained, he was hers to do with as she wished, but the fires that were stoked by his strokes were nearly impossible to deny. She knew her own body was responding instinctively to him, she felt that he had a power over her she hadn't expected. This was a kind of balance that she hadn't considered or predicted. It was as if a storm was brewing within the room, he could feel it in his chest, a rising static charge and increasing humidity. A layer of perspiration upon his brow. He could no longer feel his own hand, as if it was anothers grip about his throbbing manhood, the index fingertip riding the Corpus Spongiosum as the hand caressed his cock summoning his semen forth. The change in his grip could not go unnoticed. She sensed he was lost to the moment as she was. Their eyes remaining fixed upon each other. Her right hand, which had been resting upon her belly calming the furnace within, snaked down between her thighs. Her feet rose up to rest on the coffee tables edge, opening her slightly. Index and middle finger teasing across her lace. There was a wetness there unrealised which shocked her, had the moment excited her so very much? Her movements, her actions, broke whatever control he had retained. His own arm became a fevered machine driving him onwards as her very existence before him was the sun to his earth, the source of the power. His thumb circling the head of his penis as his fingers squeezed about him closer. Her two fingers had slid beneath the fabric and were wet, lubricated by her own pleasure. But pleasure still they needed as she drew fingertips across herself. The button of her glans softly squeezed as she stroked herself. The spark it caused driving the fires higher within. ... To be continued (if so desired).
JackJonesHull Posted 19 hours ago Author 8 minutes ago, iris_an_angel said: Yes, continue, please! đź–¤ Your request is my encouragement to do so. Thank you.
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