It's late; what time exactly is a mystery to me because I'm still half asleep. What woke me up? It’s you. You let your hands, your lips, and therefore also your beard run free over my body. It has a wonderfully relaxing effect, so that I continue to doze, but in certain places - the transition between my hips and my sides, my neck, and along the edges of my shoulder blades - it gives extra charge. Luckily I don't have a shirt on. You turn me onto my stomach and grab some massage oil. That completely wakes me up. We chuckle, but I soon sink into the indulgence.
Your movements continue to surprise me. You take off my panties and lower yourself on top of me. I feel that your cock is already quite present. There is so much oil that everything slips and slides easily. You continue with your hands. Lower and lower. You take my buttocks in your hands and let your fingers slide underneath. I'm shaking – in a good way. The more adventurous you become, the more excited I get. Partly because I feel how much you are enjoying it, partly because it is excitingly 'wrong', and because it has a tremendous effect. Especially because you never go in, but always tease, go to the edge, and don't forget my back in the meantime. I feel my clit getting excited and starting to crave your fingers on it. Then you tease me with your mouth and your tongue. You notice that I am reacting more and more intensely; you slip a finger in. You find a wet welcome. You make a satisfied sound.