Slender Weapon

I gasp as his greatness juggles before my eyes, stiff as if it has its own life. It draws my hand near it, and as I gently touch and feel its hot skin, I hear Dmitri moan, too. My ears fonder at his moaning voice so I continue to touch it up and down in a rhythm. As his voice gets a bit more sensual, and as my hand gets faster for too much excitement he halts me and pins me down on the table.

“Hold still, I will teach you self-control, just put your arms raising and do nothing no matter what, if you move I’ll stop, got it,” he commands me.

So I voluntarily raise both my hands and trust him. His hands move around my breasts and nipples again. He traces them with great pressure and squeezes then releases them simultaneously. I gasp as I let myself feel his touch much more. His warm hands begin to travel down to my flat stomach, my waist, and my lower abdomen. He moves in a circular motion on my lower abdomen which makes me wet even more,

“Oh, Dmitri, please, I am so wet now,” I beg him