On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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As I close my eyes, a surge of anticipation fills the room, heightened by the unmistakable feeling of Adrian's strong hand gripping both of mine. With ease, he pins them above my head, holding them firmly with just one of his hands. His touch is gentle yet dominant, asserting control over me in a way that makes my heart race. Then, unexpectedly, I feel a soft vibration on your right breast. The sensation is subtle at first but quickly ignites something deep inside me, making my body tremble in response. Every fiber of mine being craves more.
Adrian leans in close, his warm breath grazing the sensitive skin of my ear as he whispers, “Shhh… don’t be greedy, my love.”
Before I can protest, the same teasing vibration is applied to my left breast. It sends a shiver down your spine, intensifying the heat pooling in my core. The sensations overwhelm me, each wave leaving me wanting, needing more.
Then, the vibrations shift downward, focusing on my navel. It feels like the lightest tickle, and I squirm under his control. In that moment, I realize what’s causing this exquisite torture—it’s the vibrating pen he gifted me. Not just any pen, but one he's using to push me to the edge, teasing and controlling me with every touch.
Adrian slowly trails the pen downward, teasing closer to my core. The moment the vibrations reach your clit, my body responds with an uncontrollable whimper, the ache for release becoming almost unbearable. But he’s not done yet. He presses the pen firmly against my most sensitive spot, the vibrations intensifying. My body jerks, desperate for relief, but just as you feel yourself getting close, Adrian pushes me back against the cold surface of the table behind me.
The sudden contact of the cool table against my heated skin takes my breath away, but before i can process it, Adrian’s body presses against yours. His chest brushes against my breasts, his presence enveloping me as the vibrations continue to wreak havoc on my body. Every brush of his skin, every vibration, pushes me further toward the edge. Moans escape my lips uncontrollably, the intensity of the sensations overtaking me.
But just as I was about to reach the peak, Adrian pulls the vibrating pen away, leaving me gasping in frustration. My core clenches, aching with need, and I groan in protest.
“Awww, my baby wants to cum,” he teases, his voice low and dripping with amusement.
I nod immediately, desperate to reach the release he’s denying me. But Adrian isn’t ready to give in. He wants to hear me beg.
“Then beg, baby. I love to see you begging for me.”
A flash of defiance sparks within me. I don’t want to beg. I won’t give in so easily. But Adrian, ever the patient tormentor, isn’t done playing with me. He brings the pen back to my core, the vibrations starting again. Just as my body begins to tense in anticipation of release, he stops.
And then again.
And again.
By the third time, the frustration and sensitivity have reached a point of unbearable intensity. My core throbs, and I can hardly think straight, my only thought consumed by the need to cum. Finally, I can’t take it anymore.
