Love the fixation I have on the very same hands that are so familiar with my body. The same ones that dominate me, slut me out and also treat me like a princess. Those hands that I always desperately need inside me, pumping three fingers in so good, so deep all I see are stars and cum in seconds.
But what I love the most about those hands are the owner. The man that wows me every time he decides to make me cum. But also how turned on he gets when he sees his little princess wreathing and struggling to close her legs when he’s pried them open, how I try my best to hold back my orgasm because I’m scared I’ll wet the bed too much.
But this man just doesn’t care about that. In fact, he loves it when I make a pool of the bed. When the sheets then get stuck to my skin from how soaked they are. When part of my juices end up spraying all over, they even wet him.
Oh ,and that pleased grin he gives me once Ive calmed down. That always turns me back on.
Those same hands later clean me, and help me wash away all the fluids. They run me a warm bath and help me relax. He either makes me tea or brings me water.
His long fingers dance around my skin. Soothing touches that help me ease.
Soft sweet nothings leave his beautiful lips. Those same lips that kiss me so ever hungry but also lovingly.
