Crotchless Bliss & Bath Time Secrets

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the anticipation thrumming through me. Another evening, another miles-long separation, but the connection felt even stronger, even more desperate. He’d sent a message earlier, a simple, direct inquiry: “What’s up next tonight?” It was a challenge, an invitation, and I answered with a playful, suggestive response. “My dick?” He’d replied, a digital smirk in his tone. It wasn’t a request for a physical assault, but a declaration of intent, a promise of pleasure.

The thought of him, the anticipation of his touch, sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me to reach out, to connect, to lose myself in the shared intimacy that transcended the physical distance between us. I’d spent the day working, pushing myself to the limit, and now, the exhaustion was a welcome distraction. My legs ached, a dull throb that only intensified the desire for comfort, for release. The picture he’d sent earlier, a glimpse of those crotchless panties, had ignited a fire within me, a primal urge that demanded to be satisfied. They were a perfect invitation, a blatant suggestion of what he wanted, and I wasn't one to resist.

As he mentioned, the panties were indeed crotchless, a daring design that exposed my most vulnerable area. They felt deliciously provocative against my skin, amplifying the heat and urgency that simmered beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the shower, the hot water a welcome balm to my aching muscles. The steam swirled around me, creating an intimate cocoon, isolating me from the world outside. As the water cascaded down, I began to relax, letting go of the tension that had built up throughout the day.

The thought of him, his touch, his scent, filled my mind, driving away any lingering doubts. I imagined his hand reaching for me, his gaze locking onto mine, igniting a spark that would consume us both. The anticipation grew, building with each passing second, until it became almost unbearable. I finished my shower, drying off with a soft towel, savoring the lingering warmth on my skin. The scent of the shower gel mingled with my own body odor, creating a unique and intoxicating aroma.

He sent another message, accompanied by a picture of his hard cock. A blatant display of arousal, designed to further heighten my excitement. It was a primal image, a symbol of raw desire, and it sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. Without hesitation, I replied, sending back a picture of my own, showcasing my eager anticipation. It was a silent exchange, a shared understanding that transcended the need for words. The anticipation continued to build, fueled by our mutual lust and longing.

“Actually, going to get out soon starting to look like a prune,” he typed, a playful jab at my appearance. “Don’t shrink too much, I’m in bed now, in other news, I’m naked.” The invitation was unmistakable. As if on cue, I pulled on a pair of silk pajama bottoms, the soft fabric clinging to my curves. Feeling the heat of his gaze on my image, I couldn't resist the urge to respond. "Glad to see it didn’t shrink!" I messaged back, sending another picture, this time of my bare legs, showcasing the curve of my thighs and the gentle swell of my buttocks.

The anticipation was almost unbearable now, the desire consuming me completely. I rolled over in bed, pulling the covers up to my chest, feeling the softness of the cotton against my skin. The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of my own rapid heartbeat, a constant reminder of the pleasure to come. "Oh no, water was hot," he messaged, a playful concern in his tone. "Well, you know getting all wrinkled up like a prune...Looks suckable and fuckable." My cheeks flushed with pleasure, a delicious heat spreading through my body.

“Mmmm,” I replied, sending another picture, this time of my body lying in bed, fully exposed. It was a vulnerable image, a blatant display of my desire, and I wasn’t afraid to show it. The anticipation reached its peak as he messaged, “Sends pic of hard cock.” The image was sent, and I stared at it, mesmerized by its raw power. It was a testament to his arousal, a symbol of his readiness for pleasure.

“Go for it,” I typed, my fingers trembling with excitement. “Ok ??”, he responded, confirming my desires. The moment arrived, a crescendo of anticipation and lust. As he began to slide into me, the heat intensified, the pleasure building with each passing second. The first touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation of his hard cock against my sensitive skin was overwhelming, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me.

“Mmm that feels so good,” I moaned, pulling him closer, desperate for more. "Ooooh, fuck," he replied, his voice filled with pleasure. "What?" I asked, unable to contain my excitement. "Tastes good, too. Just enjoying it," he messaged, the words dripping with arousal. “Mmmm suck it.” The command was clear, an invitation to explore the depths of my pleasure. I eagerly complied, lifting my lips to his hard cock, taking a deep breath before drawing him in. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

“Mmmm suckling your balls now. One, then the other, trying to get both at once,” he typed, his voice a low rumble of desire. It was a slow, deliberate act, designed to prolong the pleasure. Each stroke was a delicious torment, sending waves of pleasure washing over me. "Oh, I love that a ton," I replied, unable to resist the urge to moan. “Aaahh, I love doing this, I love giving you pleasure!” The feeling was intoxicating, a perfect blend of dominance and submission. As he continued his assault on my most sensitive areas, I felt myself slipping further and further into ecstasy.

“Now licking behind those balls,” he instructed, a playful tease in his tone. The sensation was incredible, a deep, primal pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. “I’m very lucky with your abilities,” I gasped, unable to control my moans. “Mmmm, does that feel amazing? And, then back to that beautiful cock.” He obliged, returning to his previous position, maintaining the relentless assault on my pleasure. “Mmm, YES!!!!” I cried out, losing control completely. “In and out, up and down sucking and swirling my ?! Such nice sensations going on in my pussy!” The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, threatening to drive me to the brink of madness.

“You mean that bald pussy I’m eating,” he replied, a smug satisfaction in his tone. “Mmmm, cumming!” The moment arrived, a glorious explosion of pleasure that sent me spiraling into ecstasy. "Stroking fast,” he urged, his voice filled with excitement. “You are good. That feels amazing!” The feeling was incredible, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. "Got it all in there up to your balls," he continued, his grip tightening. “Mmmm fuck!” I shrieked, unable to contain my excitement. "Yeeeeessss! Tight lips and tongue against the roof of my mouth. Hoping for some precum,” he messaged, a playful challenge in his tone. “Mmmm, fuck yes,” I replied, my body writhing with pleasure.

“Then I run my teeth lightly Along it,” he instructed, teasing me further. “Mmmm,” I moaned, unable to resist the urge to submit. "I’m going to want it in my pussy, too, it’s aching to be filled, pounded. and creamed." His words were a delicious invitation, a promise of ultimate pleasure. "Send me a picture," he typed, a playful request in his tone. As he sent the image, I felt a surge of desire, a primal urge to fulfill his needs. It was a moment of perfect harmony, a shared connection that transcended the physical distance between us.

As he slid his cock further into my pussy, the pleasure intensified, reaching new heights of ecstasy. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. "But first, let’s take good care of you, I’m sucking your balls now. One, then the other, trying to get both at once," he typed, maintaining the relentless assault on my pleasure. “Oh, I love that a ton,” I replied, unable to resist the urge to moan. “Aaahh, I love doing this, I love giving you pleasure!” The feeling was intoxicating, a perfect blend of dominance and submission. As he continued to tease me, my body began to tremble uncontrollably, lost in the depths of ecstasy.

“Mmmm, suckling your neck and pinching your left nipple while I’m buried in that slit of yours,” he instructed, his voice a low rumble of desire. The sensation was incredible, a deep, primal pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. “You’ve got both of them in you wet, warm mouth. What great pressure on both of them.” The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, threatening to drive me to the brink of madness. “You’re better at taking it easy on it than I am,” I gasped, unable to control my moans. "Oh, yes!! You’re making me cum!!!"

“Fuuuuuckkk! Take this load and swallow it!” he roared, his voice filled with excitement. The feeling was incredible, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. "Oh, baby! I love you! Hurry home!" I replied, my body writhing with pleasure. The rain continued to beat against the windows, a constant reminder of the world outside, but inside, we were lost in a world of pleasure and desire, a world where our connection was the only thing that mattered. The shared intimacy, the raw lust, the desperate longing - it was all there, tangible and potent, filling every cell in my body. It was the most perfect moment, a testament to the power of human connection, a reminder that even across vast distances, love and desire can conquer all.

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