"Then come... dear. Come for me~"he said calmly, never stopping the slow, ruthless massage.
His thumbs circled higher, brushing the very edge of her outer lips without ever touching her clit or sliding inside. The pheromones on his skin sank deeper with every pass, turning the soft flesh of her thighs into one giant, pulsing erogenous zone.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her whole body seized. Thighs clamping hard around his wrists, then flying open again as violent spasms ripped through her. Her pussy gushed fresh, hot slick in rhythmic pulses, thick strands of it splattering onto the couch and coating her inner thighs in shiny, sticky warmth.
A long, broken moan tore from her throat as she shook and convulsed under his hands, the wet, filthy sound of her arousal loud in the quiet room.
He didn't stop.
