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She looked up at him and smiled, softly mentioning that his home-cooked dinner was wonderful and that she wished to save room for dessert. Taking this as his cue to begin cleaning up, he told her to get comfortable, relax on the sofa, and find a movie for them to watch later. Swiftly finishing her dinner cocktail, she smiled again and held her glass up towards him. Her eyes told him everything, as he quickly jumped up to clear the table and craft her another deliciously refreshing summer libation. His body shuddered as she turned away, his eyes wandered over the luscious curves of her delicate form. The evening sunlight streaming into the room made her soft, flowing attire seem transparent to his vision. He intently watched her subtle movements as she sauntered off towards the TV area and stretched out onto the over-stuffed, comfortable coach. Moaning softly under his breath, his body surged hot, he took a deep breath forcing himself to relax as he set about to mix her another drink and to finish the washing up.

 

“Naughty boy - snap, snap boy – where’s my drink refill,” she barked at him.

 

His fingers trembled as he finished adorning her glass with colorful fruit garnishes. “Here you go my princess’” promptly answering and delivering her tall cool drink into her waiting hand.

 

“Hurry up boy and finish your chores, the movie is about to start, and I need my feet rubbed,” she said giggling as she stretched her bare legs and feet out onto the sofa. Again, his body prickled as his vision painted the image of her curves into his brain.

 

“Shh, schuss, the movie is starting, keep the racket down…. please,” she snapped as he quickly cleaned up in the kitchen.

 

“May I get you anything before I sit?” – he asked softly as he dried his hands at the sink before joining her.

 

“No, I’m good for now, come sit” – she giggled as she wriggled her toes inviting him oh so subtly him to begin rubbing her feet.

 

He plopped down just beside her outstretched legs, she quickly lifted her legs, urging him closer with a seductive look. Inside he shuddered as her soft gown slid down her thighs towards her waist, he could not help but stare at her smooth, toned thighs as he took his seat. Immediately placing his hands on her feet, he thought he heard her moan softly as the warmth of his hands swarmed over her soles and toes. The opening credits flashed upon the screen, her eyes sparkled as his digits deftly started to work their magic upon the delicate contours of her feet.

 

She looked over at him intently as the gentle pressure of his fingertips played a soothing sonata upon her outstretched soles and delicately painted toes. His touch made her tremble, the delightful tingle sparked her senses alive – she could feel her nipples tighten and poke at the soft fabric of her gown - a flush of warmth between her thighs caused her bottom to wriggle deeper into the cushions. A second wave of tantalizing tingle crashed over her body the instant he paused to slather his hands full of slick, slippery oil. Her hips arched upward instinctively the moment his slickened palms slid up over her ankles and onto her calves. Her flesh prickled and grew hot, her internal temperature slowly began to rise, her heart raced, her internal dampness started to steam.

 

Slowly stroking, inching higher, retreating to her toes, wandering upwards each stroke of his fingers gained altitude before descending. Pressuring thumbs into her soles, over her Achilles, climbing her calves to the soft flesh behind her knees – each stroke venturing higher, exploring, tentatively travelling higher before retreating. She looked at him, watch his eyes as they explored further over his curves – forging the trail ahead of his caressing fingertips. She could see the eagerness of his vision as it roamed over up over the swell of her chest, caressed onto her stiffened pinkish peaks before diving into the deep valley between her breasts.

 

His desire was infectious, the warmth of his hands as they glided gently over the silky soft flesh of her thighs made her temperature rise. Steamy hot, her flush of warmth began to boil as his caress grew bolder, squeezing, kneading, stroking up and down urging her legs apart to accommodate the massage of his wandering fingers. She moaned softly, her hand blindly grabbing for the remote - - she paused the movie - - desiring only to concentrate on receiving the pleasure of his touch. His pace did not change, slow and deliberate, upwards to the top of her thighs, downwards to each and every toe, climbing back, inch by inch, higher and higher, each stroke closer to the source of her heat.

 

Her body trembled, hot and wanting, desirous of more, desirous of pleasure. Enough of his unhurried tease, she struck like a serpent on its prey. Grabbing his wrist, she startled him, his body quickly retreated fearing he had pushed too far – using her grasp on his arm as leverage, she deftly pulled herself up and straddled him pressing her breasts into his chest, her hands grabbed his head, and their lips sparked together. As their tongues waltzed in unison, her hips gyrated in rhythm as she ground her humid heat onto the stiffening swell in his shorts. Moaning as one, his hands squeezed onto the swell of her chest and his fingertips ignited sparks as they perfectly pinched onto her hardened nipples. Hot and steamy, with entwined limbs, swirling tongues, and exploring fingers they both panted in pleasure.

 

She yelped when he quickly, urgently flipped her back to the coach – lips still locked, his hands gliding over her breasts and onto her body. Pausing for breath, her body trembled, her hands stroked his scalp and neck, feeling his body slither lower, his lips kissed her neck, his tongue flickering to taste the fruits of her chest made her kettle whistle as her pleasure boiled. Her colorful fingernails dug into his shoulders as his hot breath through the light fabric of her top inched lower and lower. He dropped his knees to the floor, his digits skillfully tantalized her tits, he took a mouthful of her gown and pulled it upwards exposing the delicate flesh of her blossoming flower. With the light, dancing flicker of his tongue he savored the contours of her flower’s flesh. Like a bee buzzing for nectar, he tasted the honey dripping from her fresh-baked creampuff.

 

Her body quivered and shook, her fingers tensed, her nails dug into his scalp while his mouth slurped and devoured her velvety flesh. She gasped as the tremors shook through her, she yelped when his fingers twisted again playfully onto her nipples, she shuddered, her eyelids fluttered as wave after wave of perfectly pleasing pleasure crashed over her body. He paused and panted for breath – the tremors pulsing through her body slowly subsided. A bright smile enhanced the beauty of her face – her eyes twinkled when she comprehended his words…

 

“Ready for dessert?”

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