“Are you being obtuse on purpose, Mr. Perlman?” I ask in a playfully stern voice, lifting my chin as if there were a pair of spectacles balancing on the bridge of my nose. “I know you’re smarter than that.”
My hand stays between his legs, playing leisurely with his balls and dipping my fingers into him, while my other hand travels across his chest, plucking at the tight pink buds of his nipples. He’s mesmerizing like this, boyish and explicit all at once, and the smile on my face is genuine and warm.
“I want you to say something nice about yourself,” I tell him a little more firmly, pulling my hands away entirely and sitting up, rocking back to sit on his thighs and place my hands on my knees. I lift my brows expectantly, but my relaxed posture makes it clear that I can wait all night if need be. “I’ll reward you. One finger back inside you for each nice thing you say, pesca. Quite generous, don’t you think?”
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Date: 2025-01-23 06:11 am (UTC)My hand stays between his legs, playing leisurely with his balls and dipping my fingers into him, while my other hand travels across his chest, plucking at the tight pink buds of his nipples. He’s mesmerizing like this, boyish and explicit all at once, and the smile on my face is genuine and warm.
“I want you to say something nice about yourself,” I tell him a little more firmly, pulling my hands away entirely and sitting up, rocking back to sit on his thighs and place my hands on my knees. I lift my brows expectantly, but my relaxed posture makes it clear that I can wait all night if need be. “I’ll reward you. One finger back inside you for each nice thing you say, pesca. Quite generous, don’t you think?”