|
|
|
|
|
Copyright 2006 © RuBaza.Ru
Наилучший просмотр с
Internet Explorer 6.0 или выше |
|
|
|
|
| МЕЛКИЙ и КРУПНЫЙ ОПТ. |
 77749464, 67707284 |
| 77749464 | 21/07/2025 4:46:08 |
| The day began in a seemingly ordinary fashion, but as the sun set, there was a certain intensity residing in the air. The room, dimly lit and scented with lavender, was a viewer's paradise. My fingers grazed over the gleaming massage oils lined on the shelf, thoughtful of the impending night.
I'd been waiting for this all week. Mr. Oliver, a man of coy smiles and daunting stature, was due for his regular appointment. He was a temptation in the flesh, with his striking blue eyes mirroring unspoken desires. His gentle demeanor was a stark contrast to his robust build, a paradox that played directly into my fantasies.
The silky sheets of the massage bed complemented his tanned skin, his muscles rippling beneath the sheer fabric. I could feel his tension, eager to yield beneath my intimate touch. As my hands delved into the terrain of his back, his echoing sighs filled the room, an intoxicating groundwork for a symphony of teasing and submission.
Oh! The tease... Each firm stroke served to heighten his awareness, exploring his limits with utmost care. The oil glided seamlessly over his body, igniting every nerve with a delicate touch of lust. My heart raced, bypassing the barrier of professionalism, succumbing to the thrill of the desire that swirled between us.
His whispers grew quiet, replaced with subtle moans that echoed submission. The veneer of stoicism stripped away, revealing a man not so invincible but readily vulnerable under my tactful fingers. His willingness to surrender was comforting, a sweet validation of my unspoken authority.
As the night grew darker, I felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment. There was an enchanting aura of satisfaction, masterfully interwoven with exhilarating taboo. The professional boundaries blurred, dissolving into a realm of shared understanding. A secret world where my unvoiced desires found a fitting canvas. An intriguing paradox of control and surrender, artistry and desire - a poignant dance that left us both yearning for more. |
| Город: Другой | | |
| Отправить комментарий, отзыв | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
