Saturday Night Fever: Non-Dominant Hand {Job}
What I notice — besides the rigid give and the satin smooth-hard, the baby-oil-slick slide and the swell-to-fill response to my grip — is how different it feels. . Situated… Read more »
What I notice — besides the rigid give and the satin smooth-hard, the baby-oil-slick slide and the swell-to-fill response to my grip — is how different it feels. . Situated… Read more »
Take it… He is still. Standing — focused, unguarded — he sways just barely – gently – toward me then away, moving to the rhythm of my palm’s demand. His… Read more »
He’s a little unsteady, but you’re not, so he anchors himself to your sway, forehead pressed to yours as you stand face to face, his flesh flexing hot against your… Read more »
He is moaning sighs and tensed thighs. Quivering need and shaken-breath supplication. Gasps and pleas and taut-muscled beseeching strain under the circular suede ministrations of wax-covered fingertips massaging buttery hot… Read more »