SpyTug – Scene: C022 Pic(s)
Her name whispered like a secret, moved with a practiced grace. Her fingers kneaded into his knotted muscles, a symphony of pressure and release. The rhythmic strokes eased the tension in his shoulders, then drifted lower, tracing the line of his spine. A low moan escaped his lips, involuntary and raw.
Her touch was expert, knowing exactly where to apply pressure, where to linger. She worked her way down his back, her fingers finding the taut muscles of his thighs. He felt a shiver run through him, a primal response to her skilled touch. He felt her fingers brush against his buttocks, a feather-light caress that sent a jolt of electricity through him.
Then, her hand moved lower, finding the sensitive skin beneath his waistband. Her touch was tentative at first, a gentle exploration. He didn’t protest. He couldn’t. He was lost in the sensation, the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. Her fingers wrapped around him, her touch firm and confident. The rhythmic motion was hypnotic, drawing him deeper into a world of pure sensation. He arched his back, his body convulsing with pleasure as he reached his peak. Seraphina continued her ministrations, her touch soothing and comforting as he slowly returned to reality. The mission was over, but the afterglow lingered.
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