Private Shave, Sweet Surrender

The calendar had marked the week as their anniversary, a sacred time set aside for reconnection and indulgence. Life and ministry had been demanding lately, pulling them in separate directions, but the prospect of a few days away, just the two of them, filled them with anticipation. He’d planned a surprise, a sensual experience he knew she’d adore. It started with an intimate shaving session, something he found deeply pleasurable, the smoothness of her pussy a stark contrast to the usual textures he was accustomed to.

As they drove to their secluded cabin, nestled deep in the woods, the air filled with playful flirtation. He teased her relentlessly, his eyes gleaming with mischievous delight. Upon arrival, after a simple supper, they settled into the rustic charm of the cottage. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the promise of the evening ahead.

“Ready for your personal trim, Madam?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Absolutely!” she replied, her voice laced with anticipation.

“What would you like?” he responded, savoring her coy response.

“Surprise me,” she urged, her breath catching in her throat.

He requested that she remove her panties while keeping her skirt in place, a silent invitation to witness her beauty. She complied, holding them up for his viewing pleasure before casually tossing them onto the floor. He gave her a moment to prepare, instructing her to find some erotic tales on her phone while he transformed the dining room into his personal sanctuary. He carefully arranged several towels and pillows on the table, angling it perfectly so he could sit comfortably and attend to his client.

“Please climb onto the table, Madam,” he instructed gently.

She obliged, leaning back onto the plush pillow he’d placed beneath her head, followed by another layer beneath her spread knees. He massaged her legs and ankles, a slow, deliberate act designed to heighten her senses. Then, with a gentle hand, he lifted her skirt, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. He carefully picked up his stainless steel scissors, taking a deep breath before beginning.

He started with an all-over trim, bringing her slit down to a mere quarter of an inch. Then, he switched to the electric shaver, meticulously ensuring every centimeter was flawlessly smooth. He knew she particularly enjoyed intercourse when she was close-cut, the sensation both thrilling and intimate. As he worked, he couldn't help but admire her swelling lips, which were already beginning to moisten with anticipation. A hint of wetness glistened on her delicate skin, a testament to her arousal.

He moved to the kitchen sink, filling a washcloth with warm water and a touch of lavender-scented soap. He proceeded to give her a sensual cleaning, carefully wiping her inner thighs, ensuring every inch of her body was pampered. Then, he teased her with the damp cloth, lingering over her pussy lips and the delicate folds of her vulva. A quick, passionate kiss sealed the moment.

“Now,” he said, his voice low and husky, “it’s time for a little treat. I need you to help me out with our snack time.”

He retrieved a perfectly ripe green banana from a basket, selecting one that was firm and unblemished. After peeling it carefully, he playfully inserted the curved end into her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. She shivered slightly at the cool touch, a delicious surprise against her warm flesh.

“Be a good girl and hold the healthy part of our dessert,” he instructed, his eyes never leaving her face.

She obediently held the banana aloft, as if it were a miniature vibrator. Meanwhile, he headed to the refrigerator, retrieving a large can of whipped cream. Upon his return, he paused to remove her top, revealing her stunning, sun-kissed nipples. Squirting a generous dollop of cream on each one, he leaned down and licked them clean, taking his time to savor the sweet, milky taste. He then proceeded to caress her beautiful lips and mouth, kissing them deeply and passionately.

Next, he moved on to her pussy lips, applying a thick layer of whipped cream, which only intensified her throbbing arousal. She writhed slightly, unable to resist the escalating pleasure. He leaned in close, nibbling the banana with a slow, deliberate pace. As he ate his way up to her pussy, she moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation. Finally, he removed the remaining flesh and inserted his tongue, plunging it deep into the creamy depths.

She could barely contain herself any longer, the waves of pleasure building with each passing moment. He knew she was close to climax, so he carefully positioned her on the pillow, providing support for her hips. It was her favorite position for self-pleasure, allowing her to fully embrace the sensation. He began to finger her gently, teasing her sensitive skin with each stroke.

“Please cum for me!” he urged, his voice laced with desire. “I want to watch. Then we will get your dessert.”

She moaned louder, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. The table shook with each wave of orgasm, a testament to the intensity of her arousal. When she finally caught her breath, a sweet, satisfied smile graced her lips. He returned to the kitchen, this time bringing back a perfectly formed doughnut, complete with a generous glaze.

“Let’s swap spots so you can get your dessert, sweetheart,” he said, settling onto the table himself.

He handed her the bottle of whipped cream, unable to contain his own excitement as he felt the cold cream against his eager member. She covered the swollen tip of his cock with a generous dollop, nibbling playfully on the dough before working her way through the doughnut, slowly and deliberately. As she reached the base, she took him all the way, his body convulsing with ecstasy.

He screamed out in pure, unadulterated pleasure as he climaxed, the sound echoing through the cabin. She released him from her body, a volcanic eruption of cum cascading down her legs. They both collapsed onto the pillows, breathless and spent, the remnants of their shared pleasure clinging to the air. The anniversary week had begun with a delicious surprise, a perfect blend of intimacy and indulgence.

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