Sensual oiled handjob. Cum control leads him cum twice

The doorbell rang, its chime echoing through the house. stripping off an apron, licking honey from sticky fingers, Mia sauntered to the entrance, her short pink hair bouncing with each step. She flung open the door, revealing a gorgeous sight – her boyfriend John, with a bulge straining against his sweatpants. “Missed you, babe,” she purred,ushering him inside.

“Missed you too,” he gruffly replied, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Their tongues entwined, hands roaming and groping. Mia broke away, smirking. “Come on, I’ve got a special treat planned for us.” She took his hand, tugging him to the living room.

There, an oil massage table lay draped with a towel. Scented candles flickered, filling the air with a relaxing lavender fragrance. “Lie down on your stomach,” Mia instructed, already pouring oil into her small, delicate hands. John obeyed, kicking off his sweatpants as he stretched out. Mia straddled his thighs, smoothing hot oil along his back, shoulders, and arms. She worked his muscles with practiced massaging strokes, feeling him relax. Leaning over, she nibbled at his earlobe. “Isn’t this nice, baby?” she cooed.

Nodding, John sighed contentedly, his-board member already twitching to life. Mia slipped off him, urging him to roll over. His huge, rock hard erection sprang up, slapping against his abdomen. “Oh my,” Mia laughed, eyeing it hungrily. “Seems like you’re happy to see me!”

She drizzled warm oil over his chest, rubbing it into his skin. She climbed back on, grinding her barely-clothed sex against his thigh as she massaged his pecs and abs. “You’re so tense,” she breathed. She slid lower, massaging oil into his thick, muscled legs. Reaching his knees, she smirked again, looking up through her lashes.

“Honey, I’m going to take good care of you,” she promised, reaching for the oil bottle again. She poured a generous amount over his throbbing, oil-slick shaft. Slowly, torturously, she started to stroke. Up and down his long, thick length, in twisting, twirling motions, her hands gliding easily over his skin.

“Fuck,” John groaned, hips bucking upwards involuntarily. Mia watched his face, biting her lip, her pussy throbbing with need as she stroked him. She twisted her grip, thumb swiping over the weeping tip, smearing his slick precum. She pumped faster, squeezing, her hips gyrating. John gripped the table, fists clenching as his cock flexed and jumped.

His face contorted, jaw clenching, cheeks coloring as Mia drove him closer to the edge. “Babe,” he panted, “I’m gonna- fuuuck!” His cock pulsed anew, swelling. Mia moved with lightning speed, slipping a hand to cup his tightening balls, massaging evenly. Her stroke turned vicious, intensely fast, as John threw his head back with a guttural moan.

Thick spurts of cum exploded from his member, Mia stroking him through his release. His balls drew up, spurting again, again, until he collapsed back, panting. Mia slowed her strokes, drawing out the orgasm. “Mmm,” she purred, “such control, baby. You’ve pleased me very much.”

John could only groan weakly in response, but his cock remained hard, twitching at the praise. Mia tended to him tenderly, cleaning up the mess, before straddling his hips again. She rocked against him, gaining speed as he grew fully rigid once more. “Babe,” she whimpered, reaching down to rub her clit, “I need you.”

John responded with action, green-grey eyes molten as he lifted Mia and positioned her over his cock. Mia sank down with a moan, engulfing him fully as he gripped her hips. They settled into a raunchy rhythm, slow at first then growing faster, rougher, Mia bouncing on his length. She threw her head back, pink hair flying, tits jiggling as she rode him hard.

John pulled her down, latching onto a perky nipple, sucking, biting as his hips became a piston, slamming up into her. Mia’s hands flew to his hair, tugging, bucking wildly against him. “Yes!” she cried, internal muscles fluttering as she neared her peak, “don’t stop, John! Fuck!”

With a sudden, brutal thrust, she came undone, knees shaking as her orgasm crashed over her. Spurred on, John flipped them, pounding into her as she writhed beneath him. “That’s it,” he growled, “scream for me.” Mia did, head tossing as he fucker her through her orgasm.

His own loomed quickly, balls slapping her ass as he hammered into her. Mia clenched, Something you in me, milking his length. “Gimme your cum,” she moaned, “fill me up!”

With a roar, he complied, spilling into her with short, hard thrusts. Mia arched, hands fisted in the sheets as he pumped her full. Finally, they both collapsed, panting heavily. John rolled to the side, cuddling Mia close. They lay entwined as their racing hearts slowed. “Damn, babe,” John rumbled, “you sure know how to give a massage. I’m gonna be sore tomorrow in the best way.”

Mia just purred, smug and satisfied. “And then I’ll be happy to give you another,” she promised, peppering his jaw with kisses. John groaned, his fading erection twitching back to life. Clearly, the night was still young.

The End.