Incredibly pleasant handjob in mittens from a passionate stranger with red lips

The Room Service Stranger

The soft tap on the door was unmistakable. I had requested room service, after a long day of meetings, and now here it was, at last. Tying the sash of my thick, terry bathrobe tightly around my waist, I padded over to the door barefoot, expecting the usual tray of club sandwich and iced tea.

But when I opened the door, a surprised gasp escaped my lips. Standing before me was a tall, slender woman. Her face was obscured by a black satin blindfold, but her full, ruby-red lips were curled into a seductive smile. She wore a sleek, black bodysuit that left little to the imagination, accentuating her ample curves. Crimson gloves, that matched her glossy lips, hugged her slender hands. She held a heart-shaped silver tray in her hands, housing a glass of bubbling champagne.

“Your order, sir,” she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. “I come highly recommended.” She leaned in closer, her perfume an intoxicating mix of spices and vanilla. “May I come in?” Her pouty lips brushed softly against my ear, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

Not trusting my voice, I stepped aside wordlessly, letting her glide past me into the dimly lit room. She placed the tray on the dresser and turned to face me, her hands slowly reaching up to untie the sash of my robe. I felt it fall open, the cool air of the room kissing my skin. Her gloved hands slid over my shoulders, down my chest, leaving trails of heat in their wake. She pushed the robe off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.

And then her hands were on me, giving me one of the most exquisite handjobs of my life. The plush, velvety touch of her gloves against my aching flesh was divine. She stroked and caressed me with a tenderness and finesse that left me weak in the knees. Her hands roamed all over my body, exploring every inch of me with a curious hunger.

She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me, her hands never leaving my body. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending. She took her time, teasing me mercilessly, edging me closer and closer to the brink. Her fingertips, even through the fabric of her gloves, seemed to know exactly where to touch me, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume me whole.

As I neared the point of no return, she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I want you to give me everything, baby. Every last drop.” Her words, laced with desire, pushed me over the edge. With a hoarse cry, I came harder than I ever had before, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

She milked me dry, her gloved hands working me masterfully, prolonging my pleasure. As the aftershocks subsided, she gathered my release in her hands, bringing it to her lips. She winked at me before licking her fingers clean, savoring the taste of me on her tongue.

“What’s your name?” I asked, still breathless.

She smiled, a devilish glint in her eye. “I’m your room service surprise,” she replied cryptically. “And you can call me Violet, if you like.” With that, she gathered her things and sauntered out of the room, leaving me empty-handed, but sated in ways I had never imagined possible.

Looking back on that evening, I am filled with a sense of awe and wonder. The mystery woman, the whole setup, the unbelievable pleasure she gave me – it was all so surreal. I had requested room service, but the service I received far exceeded my wildest expectations. It was more than just a handjob, it was an experience, an adventure that I will never forget.

As the fantasy played out in the video, the mysterious woman’s red lips curled into a seductive smile. Her gloved hands reached out, grasping hold of his throbbing shaft, stroking it with a tantalizing rhythm. The glove added an intriguing element of play, the soft, velvety fabric creating a delicious contrast against his heated skin.

She worked her hand up and down his length, her movements deliberate and measured. Her gloved fingers danced along the sensitive underside, drawing agonized moans of pleasure from her partner. She could feel his body tensing, his breathing growing heavier as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

And then, just as he was about to reach his peak, she took him into her mouth. Her ruby-red lips wrapped around his pulsing flesh, her tongue swirling around the tip, lapping up the pearly beads of moisture that had gathered there. She sucked hard, her head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth.

He groaned loudly, his hands fisting in her silky hair as she worked him with expert precision. She could feel his thighs trembling, his balls drawing up tight as he neared his climax. With a final, hard suck, she sent him hurtling over the precipice, his hot seed flooding her mouth as he cried out in ecstasy.

She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she licked her lips clean. A wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth as she backed away, her blindfolded gaze still locked with his. And then, with a wink and a saucy toss of her hair, she was gone, leaving him aching for more, but so thoroughly satisfied that he knew he would never forget this encounter.