She told me about time when she was married once, a birthday present that her (then) husband put together for her. He took her to a hotel and led her into the room which was completely dark and she could feel another presence in there, but she trusted her husband with a smile on her face. He removed her clothes and then kissed her on the forehead and said one last thing, "Happy Birthday baby".
She was guided to this table in the middle of the room, she was excited that he had gone through so much just for her on her birthday, which was a impressive change. She could smell the mixture of cologne and perfume, which confused her but still she said nothing.
There was no talking, she even mildly said, "Hello" but got nothing back and that alone scared her. Eventually she felt more pairs of warm hands on her body. Some large and strong and some soft and smaller. All of them slowly running along her body. From gently massaging the temples on her head, to the rubbing her cheeks on her face. She could could feel a gentle touch caressing her breasts, and very similar but eager ones rubbing her inner thighs, it felt like they were trying to pace themselves, slowly making their ways to where it was warmer, but going back to the outside of the thigh.
She just focused on trying to breath smooth, and trying to enjoy all that she felt. Finally one of them touched her clit and she felt her body ignite! It was a little rougher than she had usually experienced but still okay. The threshold was being pushed, someone was looking for her sweet spot with their long thick fingers. She didn't think that anyone expected for her to be one of the legendary "rain-women" because as soon as they went looking, a pool of sauce slid out on the table and her cheeks were sliding together.
She had by now lost count as to how many pairs of hands were working her, pulling her hair, massaging her breasts and nipples, squeezing her thighs, and arms, working her clit and her g-spot. She tried biting her lip to keep from screaming, everything was happening all at once but really slow, driving her insane. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted so now she was on the time table of everyone who was working her over, and they all seemed to have that slow agenda going on. Painful agony.
She finally let loose, and spray and wiggle and twitched uncontrollably. Never any kisses of any kind just hands some large, some small, all beautifully crafted a very memorable birthday present that she still day dreams about.
She was guided to this table in the middle of the room, she was excited that he had gone through so much just for her on her birthday, which was a impressive change. She could smell the mixture of cologne and perfume, which confused her but still she said nothing.
There was no talking, she even mildly said, "Hello" but got nothing back and that alone scared her. Eventually she felt more pairs of warm hands on her body. Some large and strong and some soft and smaller. All of them slowly running along her body. From gently massaging the temples on her head, to the rubbing her cheeks on her face. She could could feel a gentle touch caressing her breasts, and very similar but eager ones rubbing her inner thighs, it felt like they were trying to pace themselves, slowly making their ways to where it was warmer, but going back to the outside of the thigh.
She just focused on trying to breath smooth, and trying to enjoy all that she felt. Finally one of them touched her clit and she felt her body ignite! It was a little rougher than she had usually experienced but still okay. The threshold was being pushed, someone was looking for her sweet spot with their long thick fingers. She didn't think that anyone expected for her to be one of the legendary "rain-women" because as soon as they went looking, a pool of sauce slid out on the table and her cheeks were sliding together.
She had by now lost count as to how many pairs of hands were working her, pulling her hair, massaging her breasts and nipples, squeezing her thighs, and arms, working her clit and her g-spot. She tried biting her lip to keep from screaming, everything was happening all at once but really slow, driving her insane. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted so now she was on the time table of everyone who was working her over, and they all seemed to have that slow agenda going on. Painful agony.
She finally let loose, and spray and wiggle and twitched uncontrollably. Never any kisses of any kind just hands some large, some small, all beautifully crafted a very memorable birthday present that she still day dreams about.
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