Stay Still

No knee to the groin. No escape. I just...

{reveal "let him."}{endreveal}

He roughly gropes my tit. His hand is surprisingly soft. Electric pleasure erupts through my chest even through his manhandling.

"Amazing, my dear. Truly, your body is a work of art."

"Um. Thanks?"

"Observation of an indisputable fact requires no gratefulness," he said as he latches his other hand onto a tit too. "This body is a work of art and we shall incorporate it, along with your no doubt heart-rending performance, into a greater project that shall bowl over the masses."

As he speaks, he switches from rough manhandling to a much lighter touch. He...

{reveal "teases and pinches my nipple."}{endreveal}

And it drives me crazy. I can't keep myself from moaning at the pleasure of it.

"Most sensitive, aren't they," he said through a smug fucking smirk. "This is marvelous work, my dear. Give yourself over to the moment, just as you would in the scene. Consider this a rehearsal of sorts."

I chew my lip at the damn near ecstasy of it. Rehearsal my ass. But at this point, playing along a little more...

{reveal "couldn't hurt."}{endreveal}

I moved together with him, with his hands, and ran my own over myself, my tits, in sensual, seductive motions. Like I might have in a real scene. Or in bed, with Dylan.

My boyfriend, Dylan. What the fuck am i doing.

As we continued moving together, I felt a hardness dig into my waist. Unsurprisingly, I'm not the only one enjoying myself. He drags it back and forth against me.