![]() ![]() It was pulling all my fibers and twisting them into a braid and knotting them so carefully. ![]() I felt like a virgin, inexperienced with that tight tug in my lower belly, unaware of what it was for, why it was happening to me, why it was winding so tightly. I didn’t know how to react, how to sit still. I was a mess of wanton desire, and so unused to this stranger’s ways of playing. Wanted to thread my hands through his hair and direct him, push him harder to show him where I wanted him more, show him where I wanted him next. I had to put my hands beneath my ass so that I wouldn’t reach up and touch him. I yelped, but then I let out another groan of ecstasy. ![]() He finished worshipping one nipple and then slowly moved to the other, where he nipped and took me by surprise. But even when I arched to reach him he knew enough to bend away from me, as though he could read my body, so connected was he with my every move. I could feel him all along my length, just an inch above me, as though if I took a deep enough breath, I would touch him. My body arched up to meet him-he was hovering so close to me. ![]()
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