A man

Lost in his touch

I thought to myself, Since we’re alone today, why not make the most of this moment? I turned to Pat c*m and suggested, “Let’s play a game. I’ll tie you to the chair, and I’ll sit in front of you. If you manage to free yourself, you can do whatever you want today. But if you can’t, you won’t be able to touch me for two months.” He agreed, and I tied him to the chair.

I wear sexy dress and began teasing him, moving sensually, touching my body in ways that made him lose his control. I could see the desire in his eyes as I rubbed his duck, feeling him struggle to maintain control. His face was a mix of frustration and longing. I leaned in close, only to pull away and lie down on the bed, starting to touch myself.

Pat c*m groaned, “Let me help you with that. Untie me.” I smirked and said, “Try it yourself.” To my surprise, within minutes, he freed himself and joined me on the bed. “You’ve been teasing me all this time,” he said, his voice low and determined. “Now it’s my turn to make you pay for it.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

He grinned. “Eight rounds. Today, I’ll show you how wild I can be.”

I laughed. “Eight rounds? Really?”

“You’ll see,” he said confidently. “My stamina is no joke. You’ll be begging me to stop.”

He kissed me passionately, pulling off his shirt while his fingers explored my body. I could feel myself losing control as he touched me, his fingers working magic. I reached for his duck, rubbing it until it grew harder, thicker. He moaned, “You can taste it too, if you want.”

I took his duck into my mouth, savoring the moment as he groaned in pleasure. “Ahhh, Becky, I love it,” he whispered.

He then moved down, using his tongue to tease and pleasure me, driving me wild. “Ahhh, Pat c*m, slow down,” I begged, but he only smirked.

“This is just the beginning,” he said. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m inside you.”

He positioned himself and entered me, his movements slow at first but quickly building in intensity. The pain mixed with pleasure as I urged him to go faster. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I know exactly how to satisfy you. I know what you need, how deep, how fast—everything.”

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he thrust harder, hitting all the right spots. “Pat c*m, don’t stop,” I pleaded.

He chuckled. I used to think your laugh was my favorite sound, but now it’s your moans. I love it, Becky.

He changed positions, fingering me while kissing me deeply, one hand gripping my breast. He took my n****e into his mouth, sucking and teasing until I cried out. Then, he took my breast milk into his mouth and spread it over his duck, urging me to taste it again. I obliged, and he moaned, “Ummm, Becky, I love it.

We moved to the mirror, where he took me from behind in doggy style, his stamina truly impressive. “I’m not done yet,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

I reached back to rub his duck, feeling it harden again. “One more round,” he insisted, leading me to the bathroom. He took me on the floor, his movements relentless and precise. Afterward, he suggested moving to the sofa for another position, but I stopped him.

Not today,I said. “We’ll continue tomorrow.

He agreed, reluctantly, and we left it at that.

Then he says, 'You know, only my inches and stamina can satisfy you and I love the way you take every inch of me babyy girl