AMALA
“Hng…Mhmm…”
I groan as I am surrounded by heat as strong warm hands roam around my soft, tanned skin.
I realize that I’m in bed and I am shamelessly naked and inviting the cool breeze on my heated flesh that I shiver.
Yet, my body trembles for a different reason.
And I can’t even move my body while large, manly hands continue to tease me, caressing more on my waist.
What’s going on?
I attempt to open my eyes but fail as they get heavier on each attempt. Right now, my body is experiencing a foreign sense of euphoria just by someone else’s touch.
Pants and moans have gone louder as my body is being pinned to my bed by an unknown weight.
A weight I recognize to be a man.
His strong, large hands stop closer to my bare chest, not moving a single bit before his fingertips trail around the pink buds in a circular motion.
He does it so frustratingly slow, without flicking my tits.