The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the silence almost palpable.
A hush descended upon the gathering as the subject of their attention entered the room.
He was unlike anyone they had ever seen before. His skin, a luminous shade of blue,
seemed to glow in the dim light. His long, flowing hair, a vibrant shade of pink,
cascaded down his back like a waterfall. He moved with an almost ethereal grace,
as if he were floating on air.
As he made his way to the center of the room, every eye in the place was fixed on him.
He stopped in front of a large wooden table, its surface adorned with various strange
and exotic instruments. Without a word, he reached out and picked up a long, slender
poleymerus rod. The moment his fingers touched the smooth wood, a surge of energy seemed to flow through the room.
The anticipation in the air was almost tangible as he began to caress the poleymerus,
running his fingers up and down its length in a slow, sensual rhythm. His movements
were graceful and fluid, like a dancer performing an erotic ritual. The air grew thick with
excitement as he brought the tip of the poleymerus close to his body, teasing and tantalizing
the onlookers.
His girlfriend decides that she wants him there, in this moment, and she slowly but surely starts to
unbuckle his belt, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As it falls to the floor, he steps out of his pants,
revealing his arousal, already straining against the fabric of his boxers. Her eyes widen in surprise and delight
as she takes in his size, and she can feel her own body respond in kind.
(Finger urself here)
He looks down at her, their gazes locked, and with a slow, deliberate motion,
he guides her to the edge of the table. She wraps her legs around his waist, feeling the warmth of his
skin against her own, and he begins to rock his hips, slowly at first, but gaining momentum as their
passion heightens. The room seems to disappear around them,
the only thing that matters is this moment, this connection between them.
Their breath comes in ragged gasps as he slides the poleymerus up and down her pussy,
stroking her with expert precision. With each thrust, the air around them crackles with energy,
the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room. His girlfriend arches her back, her
fingernails digging into his shoulders as she meets his movements, urging him on.
As their passion reaches its peak, he pulls the poleymerus free from her body and,
with a fluid motion, flips her over so that she's lying on the table. He kneels between her legs,
gazing down at her, and slowly begins to lower his hips. With a sharp cry, she feels him push inside her,
filling her completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and she grips the table tightly,
her nails digging into the wood as pleasure washes over her in waves.
He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that matches the beat of their hearts.
The air in the room seems to crackle with energy as they become lost in the moment.
Their bodies are one, their breaths synchronized as they writhe together on the table.
He reaches down and cups her breast in his hand, teasing her nipple with his thumb as he continues to drive deeper into her.
`Ngh.. Daddy.. please..` she moans,
her voice breathy and desperate.
He thrusts harder, feeling her inner muscles grip him tightly as she cums,
her body arching off the table. His movements grow more frenzied,
his hips slamming into her in a relentless rhythm. He can feel himself on the brink,
his own release building inside him as their skin slaps together, their sweat mixing
on the table.
The end♡ (u can stop now)
r u wet? did u cum? I hope so😫