The air crackled with anticipation. Jenny Manson, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, lay back against the plush velvet cushions. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair, a cascade of auburn waves framing her face. This was new territory for her, exciting and a little scary. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the room, a calming contrast to the rising heat in her veins.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Are you ready, Jenny?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble. She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. His fingers traced a path down her stomach, sending shivers dancing across her skin. The silk of her robe parted, revealing the soft curves beneath. He paused, his eyes locking with hers, a silent question passing between them.
He began with gentle kisses, exploring the sensitive skin of her neck and collarbone. She moaned softly, her body arching towards him. His lips trailed down her chest, teasing her nipples until they hardened with desire. Jenny gasped as his hand slipped between her legs, finding the soft folds of hershaved pussy.
He began to finger her, slowly at first, building the tension with each deliberate stroke. She whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand. He knew exactly how to drive her wild, pushing her to the edge with his expert touch. Thepussy licking started after. He lapped at her with his tongue, focusing on her clitoris. Jenny began to moan loudly, begging him for more
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he delved deeper, his fingers working their magic. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The pressure built and built, until she could barely stand it. "Please," she begged, her voice trembling. He increased the intensity, his fingers finding the sweet spot that sent her spiraling over the edge.
A wave of pleasure washed over her as she squirted orgasm, her body convulsing with release. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his back. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that she felt like she might faint. He held her close, whispering words of encouragement as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Finally, she lay limp in his arms, her body tingling with exhaustion and satisfaction. Jenny Manson had never felt so alive.
He kissed her gently on the forehead. "That was incredible, Jenny." She smiled weakly, her cheeks still flushed. "It was," she whispered. "Thank you." He smiled back, knowing this was only the beginning.
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Jenny Manson