You have come to love these hands Kitten, haven’t you?
My nice and clean masculine hands that have done things to you that you didn’t realize was possible. The times you have twisted and turned, curling up in a ball, shouting and crying in absolute ecstasy, all because of the ten fingers pecking away at the keyboard in front of me.
Never dirt under the fingernails. Never gross. Always firm. Always masculine.
Soon your entire naked body will know what a full body massage feels like from these hands, attached to the man who is very good at spreading oil across your skin, pressing into you just enough to let you forget that the world exists for a moment.
From your pinky toes to your scalp, over each nipple, across your labia, between your thighs, and across your back, you will come to worship the true gift that is these strong and magical hands.
As you drift away from planet earth, I will play with your consciousness like a toy of mine. I’ll pull you in and let you free, over and over again.
My clean and firm hands will be my instruments, at first anyway.
I’ll clean the oil off my hands and then I’ll massage the inside of you, each hole coming to life as you smile face down in the puddle of drool that is now your pillow.
I’ll play with your wetness, pulling at your G spot over and over and over while I edge you for the better part of an hour. You’ll be dying inside to cum for me, aching for my cock to fill you up.
Then I will put my fingers in your mouth. You will taste your sweetness and salt, at this moment, I will fill you with my cock.
You will cum immediately, like the good little girl you are.
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