Just what I need.
Nothing but hand. Moments later.
I’ve spent so much time peeking at what’s occurring in the darker corners of the internet, my left hand, though a little crude, can do a job.
Ditto.
No hands. Ish.
When I was a teenager, in the first writhings of my sexual awakening, I used to bring myself to climax, not by using my hands, but by sliding myself through the gap in my boxers. It seemed to me that this would be somewhat analogous to having sex. I used to fuck my underwear.
Though I’d usually be stood rather than lying down, this is similar. But you know, I could have sworn I moaned a lot more this evening.
Broken shorts with embarrassing socks and boxers combo.
Yet so often I end up like this. I spend hours letting my excitement build beneath my clothes to the point that it pushes its way through any gap it can find. It begs to be touched as precum soaks through the boxers, always a fleeting stroke from an explosive release.
She pushes you back into the chair and turns that beautiful bare behind to you. Those high-heels make her legs last forever and you feel her silky stocking-covered flesh wrap around your mind.
You see her mount the bed - And you see yourself how you’d like to be: right behind her, pressing yourself against her derrière. You see yourself mount her and you can feel your hands roaming along her body with that first emphatic slide inside. You feel how she has yearned for you, how she has desired you inside her. Your cock is coated with the wetness of her feminity, and it begs you to fuck her. Harder.
You can feel the passion bubble. You hear the slaps of your lap against her plump, round cheeks fill the room. You see her hair, ensnared by your fingers, and her face pushed into the bed. Her moans are muffled by the expensive hotel sheets. She’s moaning for you. She’s screaming for you. She’s cumming for you.
You see her turn and face you, a devilish smile flashes across her face. Her eternal legs spread across the bed and you watch her hand slides down her body. Her fingertips trace over her smooth flesh so elegantly. You wish it was your tongue licking her tender lips.
You see her fingers dip in and out of her pussy. She looks you in the eye, commanding you to reciprocate as she moans to herself. ”So sweetheart… Mmmm… How about you make me cum, like you promised” A gasp falls out of her open mouth and her eyes close as two fingers disappear into dripping wetness.
You feel yourself tug at the restraints around your ankles. You feel yourself need to taste her. But all you can do is watch her masturbate. You’re tied to a chair.
(Source: pousez)