us.
The only other occupants are
two men sitting further down the row of chairs from Finn. I’m still standing
behind him with my hands on his shoulders watching the scene unfold in front of
me. I graze the back of his neck with my fingertips to find his muscles are bunched
up, tense and his skin is so hot it’s like he’s on fire.
I lean over into his ear and
whisper, “Take off your coat.”
He leans forward and removes
the coat. I take it from him and lay it over the empty chair next to us. Then I
manipulate the muscles in his neck and shoulders the best I can. His pulse is
thundering in his neck, and when I lean forward slightly, I can see the
enormous bulge in his pants as his gaze remains glued on the couple in the room.
I skim my nails lightly down his chest over his shirt and circle his nipples
through the fabric. His lips part and a sigh escapes as I watch his thighs flex
and his hands white knuckle the handles of the chair.
As the girl turns over, and
her amazing body is fully on display, I saunter around the chair and sit on
Finn’s lap. Spreading my legs wide over the top of his, I face the scene. My
feet lock behind his calves leaving easy access to my center. I lay my head
back against his shoulder and kiss his jawline the smooth hair of his short
beard soft under my lips.
The masseur squirts oil
across both berry-tipped nipples, her belly button and down along the line of the
lips at the junction of her thighs. Rubbing briefly along her collar bones, he
shifts his attention to her amazing rack, running oily thumbs across her nipples,
causing the already hard points to bead further. She squirms, rolls her hips
and whines for him. His expression is stoic, like he’s unaffected as he
continues to rub. Its obvious torture for him to ignore her as his cock is
tenting the drawstring pants so tightly that I’m afraid the string might give
way on him. His lack of facial reaction turns me on more. The fact that his
physical self gives away what his facial expression refuses to is so sexy to
me.
Slowly he works his way to
the pink petals between her legs and takes his time spreading her open and locating
her g-spot. Standing on the side of the table he seems to be shifting his
attention between what his hands are doing and her facial expression. Her back
arches and her hand strays from her side to grip him through his pants. His
groan is loud as his hips punch forward at the contact. She’s now on a mission
to kill his reserve as she strokes him though the pants. The wicked grin on her
face makes it obvious.
I’m so turned on I might be
able to come without any help, but I want Finn’s hands on me even if it’s the
very last time. I grab his right wrist and guide it up my thigh to my soaked
panties and pray he’ll take over. Zero coaxing is required from me once his
fingers find me wet. He strokes over the panties with slow thumb pressure, building
me more slowly than I like.
“Finn.” It comes out a
breathy plea.
“What do you want, baby?” his
voice grumbles in my ear.
“Your fingers inside me. I
need to come. I need you to make me come.”
His hand fumbles with my
panties as he frantically searches for the exact spot I need him. As his first
finger enters me, I squeeze my nipple through my shirt and bra as hard as I can
and grind against his hand. I positioned myself so that every time I move
against his fingers my ass strokes his cock. So to keep me moving, he has to
keep his fingers moving inside me. This goes on for a few minutes as we watch
the man drop his pants, climb on the table, roll a condom on and penetrate the
girl in one hard, quick thrust.
She cries out and wraps her
legs around his hips as he pushes into her over and over and over. She’s
stunning to watch with her head thrown back, mouth open as she moans, and her
beautiful breasts pressed against his skin. He’s equally sexy as his tight ass
flexes with each stroke. Every muscle in his body is taut and shaped
The only other occupants are
two men sitting further down the row of chairs from Finn. I’m still standing
behind him with my hands on his shoulders watching the scene unfold in front of
me. I graze the back of his neck with my fingertips to find his muscles are bunched
up, tense and his skin is so hot it’s like he’s on fire.
I lean over into his ear and
whisper, “Take off your coat.”
He leans forward and removes
the coat. I take it from him and lay it over the empty chair next to us. Then I
manipulate the muscles in his neck and shoulders the best I can. His pulse is
thundering in his neck, and when I lean forward slightly, I can see the
enormous bulge in his pants as his gaze remains glued on the couple in the room.
I skim my nails lightly down his chest over his shirt and circle his nipples
through the fabric. His lips part and a sigh escapes as I watch his thighs flex
and his hands white knuckle the handles of the chair.
As the girl turns over, and
her amazing body is fully on display, I saunter around the chair and sit on
Finn’s lap. Spreading my legs wide over the top of his, I face the scene. My
feet lock behind his calves leaving easy access to my center. I lay my head
back against his shoulder and kiss his jawline the smooth hair of his short
beard soft under my lips.
The masseur squirts oil
across both berry-tipped nipples, her belly button and down along the line of the
lips at the junction of her thighs. Rubbing briefly along her collar bones, he
shifts his attention to her amazing rack, running oily thumbs across her nipples,
causing the already hard points to bead further. She squirms, rolls her hips
and whines for him. His expression is stoic, like he’s unaffected as he
continues to rub. Its obvious torture for him to ignore her as his cock is
tenting the drawstring pants so tightly that I’m afraid the string might give
way on him. His lack of facial reaction turns me on more. The fact that his
physical self gives away what his facial expression refuses to is so sexy to
me.
Slowly he works his way to
the pink petals between her legs and takes his time spreading her open and locating
her g-spot. Standing on the side of the table he seems to be shifting his
attention between what his hands are doing and her facial expression. Her back
arches and her hand strays from her side to grip him through his pants. His
groan is loud as his hips punch forward at the contact. She’s now on a mission
to kill his reserve as she strokes him though the pants. The wicked grin on her
face makes it obvious.
I’m so turned on I might be
able to come without any help, but I want Finn’s hands on me even if it’s the
very last time. I grab his right wrist and guide it up my thigh to my soaked
panties and pray he’ll take over. Zero coaxing is required from me once his
fingers find me wet. He strokes over the panties with slow thumb pressure, building
me more slowly than I like.
“Finn.” It comes out a
breathy plea.
“What do you want, baby?” his
voice grumbles in my ear.
“Your fingers inside me. I
need to come. I need you to make me come.”
His hand fumbles with my
panties as he frantically searches for the exact spot I need him. As his first
finger enters me, I squeeze my nipple through my shirt and bra as hard as I can
and grind against his hand. I positioned myself so that every time I move
against his fingers my ass strokes his cock. So to keep me moving, he has to
keep his fingers moving inside me. This goes on for a few minutes as we watch
the man drop his pants, climb on the table, roll a condom on and penetrate the
girl in one hard, quick thrust.
She cries out and wraps her
legs around his hips as he pushes into her over and over and over. She’s
stunning to watch with her head thrown back, mouth open as she moans, and her
beautiful breasts pressed against his skin. He’s equally sexy as his tight ass
flexes with each stroke. Every muscle in his body is taut and shaped
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