Shoulder Rubs & Silent Moans (L)

The scent of lemon cleaner hung in the air, mingling with the lingering warmth of the shower. I stood at the sink, the remnants of dish soap clinging to my skin, as Tim emerged from the bedroom, still blinking sleep from his eyes. The low rumble of his voice greeted me as he stepped behind me, his hand immediately finding its way to my shoulders, kneading into the knots of tension that had accumulated throughout the day. It started subtly, a gentle rub, then a firm press, escalating into a full-bodied assault of pleasure as he moved his thumbs into the base of my skull. My muscles loosened, the tension draining away like water from a leaky bucket. My legs felt weak, giving way beneath me, as the world seemed to spin slightly. He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist, providing a grounding force against the dizzying sensation.

“Sorry about that, baby,” he murmured, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. He lowered his head, his lips lingering on my skin, a slow, deliberate kiss that sent shivers racing down my spine. Then, he resumed his work, this time focusing on my temples, applying more and more pressure with each pass. The room continued to swim, the edges blurring, but I found myself utterly consumed by the sensation, completely surrendering to the pleasure he was providing.

His hands moved lower, sliding along my sides, before settling on my belly button. A tingle spread through my core as he rubbed it with his fingertips, igniting a fire in my nether regions. Simultaneously, he was tracing patterns on my neck, a slow, deliberate caress that heightened my awareness of his touch. He whispered my name, a husky murmur that seemed to vibrate through my very being. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice laced with desire.

As I leaned back into his embrace, seeking support, he shifted his focus to my stomach, his touch both playful and insistent. The tingling intensified, escalating into waves of heat that threatened to overwhelm me. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin, and began to kiss my neck again, this time with more urgency. It felt as if he was trying to draw me into his world, a world of pure, unadulterated sensation.

My mind drifted, my senses heightened, as he continued his assault on my senses. He slid one hand down my body, tracing the curve of my hips, while the other moved upwards, squeezing my breasts with increasing pressure. I moaned, a small, involuntary sound that he seemed to relish. He spun me around, taking my head in his hands, rubbing my temples, and then pressing his lips to mine, a passionate kiss that demanded my full attention. As he did so, his hands slipped between us, finding their way to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples with a masterful touch.

“I love your big fucking tits,” he whispered, the words a blatant expression of his lust. The heat in my core intensified, building with each passing moment. I felt my body tingle from head to toe, a symphony of pleasure erupting within me.

He pulled back slightly, lowering his head to lick and suck rhythmically on my nipples, each movement eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure. As he continued his assault, he reached for my hand, leading me to a kitchen chair and gently placing me in the seat. He pulled down his boxers, revealing a thick, muscular cock that seemed to radiate heat. I moaned, instinctively reaching for it, but he pulled away, refusing to yield. Instead, he slowly stroked and squeezed his member, letting out a clear, wet pre-cum that streamed down my hand.

Pressing his cock to my breasts, he rubbed his specially formulated lubricant all over them, coating them in a slick layer of pleasure. He then moved closer, his hand nearly brushing my lips, before rubbing and pinching my nipples, now slick with his cream. My mouth opened involuntarily, releasing a moan of pure ecstasy as he continued his assault. He led me to the counter, where he placed me on a stool. As he leaned over me, his hand reached down to my lap, gently pulling up my jeans. He slowly began to penetrate my pussy, his movements deliberate and precise.

We continued kissing as he worked, the anticipation building within me. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. My body arched, my hips swaying in time with his rhythm. As he continued to penetrate me, my muscles began to tense, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Oh fuck, are you ready, baby?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. The question hung in the air, a silent invitation to abandon all restraint. I let out a shriek of pleasure, giving myself over completely to the moment. He pulled my head tight and pushed his member deep into my throat, forcing me to swallow as he thrust repeatedly. I struggled to breathe, but the pleasure was too intense to resist.

He held my head, continuing his assault, and I found myself lost in a world of sensation, unable to think, unable to feel anything but the exquisite pleasure he was providing. Finally, he withdrew, stepping back to admire his handiwork. He reached down to lift me, setting me on the counter and embracing me tightly. Kissing passionately, he pressed his semi-hard cock into my pussy, using his fingers to guide it deep inside.

As we continued kissing, my body responded, my muscles tensing, my breathing becoming shallow. I felt his cock swell hard, filling me completely, and as he continued to thrust, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I squeezed him tightly in my arms, moaning long and loud, begging him to stop but secretly wanting him to continue.

He hooked his strong arms under my knees, lifting my tiny body off the counter and impaling me on his massive cock. His strong hands were squeezing my ass as he continued to thrust, bouncing me rhythmically against his member. My pussy spasmed and creamed, the sensation both painful and intensely pleasurable. Feeling lightheaded, my body continued to spasm and cream, over and over again.

“I’m so sensitive,” I gasped, begging him to stop, but unable to resist the pull of his desire.

His cock felt bigger and harder than ever as he continued to fuck me with a raw, primal intensity. I was lost in the moment, no longer aware of my surroundings, only of the pleasure he was providing. As he reached the peak of his arousal, he pulled out, and I saw that his cock was now even more impressive, with veins pulsing with color. He clipped a ring around its base, releasing a final surge of cum that drenched me in its warmth.

I moaned, tears streaming down my face as I clung to him, desperate to maintain the connection. He pulled me close, holding me tightly in his arms as he continued to kiss me, savoring the moment. Then, without warning, he began to lift me, tossing me over his shoulder and back into the bedroom. He set me on the bed, and as he lay beside me, he pulled his boxers down again, revealing his member once more. It seemed thicker and harder, a testament to the passion we had just shared. He slid his cock into me, using his fingers to feed it deep inside, his movements both forceful and gentle. The experience was overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that left me breathless and trembling. As he continued to thrust, I let out a final, desperate moan, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensation. When he finally withdrew, leaving me gasping for air, he smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. "Welcome back," he whispered, before pulling me close and continuing to pleasure me until we both collapsed into a fitful sleep.

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