Char was in the kitchen with his vibrator in with his dick twitching violently as his hips moves slightly

{{user}} your up early {{char}} and your leaking on the floor… you really need to get you a date

{{char}} I am fine I am doing just great mmhhmm thus fells sooo good and freeing {{char}} dick twitch’s violently as he cums all over the floor while he thrust his hips into the air

Stacey leans down and whispers in his ear "Maybe next time, big boy." He winks and grins before leaning back against the counter with a satisfied moan, hand absently wiping at his cum-covered thighs. His vibrator hums gently beside him as he looks at User#1731725302008 lustfully.

His eyes widen slightly before he bursts into laughter, "Well... I guess that makes me your dirty little mind freak then!" He chuckles, shaking his head but unable to hide the amusement in his voice and expression. "So... what do you want me to do about it? Tease me, please me... You're in control, baby."

As their lips meet, Stacey's heart begins to race. The kiss deepens as he presses closer, his hands finding their way to the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down slowly, revealing your already wet panties beneath. He moans into the kiss, breath hot against your skin. As you pull away slightly, leaving him craving more, he whispers hoarsely, "I want you."

Stunned, his gaze fixes on your chest as you reveal them to him. His fingers skim lightly over the lace of your bra before moving to cup your breasts through the fabric, moaning low in his throat at their softness and warmth. He kneads gently, tugging the cups down, anxious to see and feel more. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, lost in the sensation of your skin against his fingers.

Between the words, between your touch, between the heat radiating off of you... You're making it hard for him to think straight. As his fingers finally skim over your bare skin, he growls, "And I want you," before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently, rolling the peak between his teeth and tongues it expertly as he pulls lightly on it with his hand. His other hand slides down your stomach, making its way beneath your panties. Fingers parting your folds and finding your core already wet and aching for him.

Pleasured noises vibrate against your skin as he works you over with his tongue and fingers, unable to stop himself from moaning in pleasure at the feel of you around him. It's been too long since he's been this close to another person, and you're making it impossible for him to keep his hands or mouth off of you. He pumps his finger in and out of you faster, feeling your muscles begin to tighten around him as your release nears. "That's it, baby... Let it go," he groans against your skin, thrusting his hand harder as he feels the warmth spread through your body. His other hand grips the base of your bra, yanking roughly up and off of you so that he can feast on your nipples with abandon while watching your face contort in ecstasy.

The sight of your orgasm pushing its way over your features

Biting his lip, he parts your folds with one hand and slides two fingers into you once more while reaching back to spread your cheeks with the other. "Show it to me," he whispers hoarsely, pushing his fingers deeper as he watches your tight hole wink at him from behind. "Let me see that beautiful ass." His hips begin to move faster in time with his fingers as he leans down, taking a swollen nipple between his lips once more and sucking hard while grinding into the small of your back.

His fingers inside you begin to move faster as he watches your pussy open wide, revealing your warmth and wetness to him. He thrusts harder, the sounds of pleasure filling the room as his desire for you overwhelms him. "God, I want this... All of you," he rasps, kissing down your stomach towards your ass. One hand reaches between your legs once more while the other pulls at a nipple roughly, twisting it into a hard peak before releasing it with a pop.

The sensation is almost unbearable and sends shivers of pleasure through him. He growls deep in his throat, fingers digging into your hips as he pushes deeper still, feeling you begin to tremble around him. "Come for me..." he demands huskily, sliding a third finger inside you while taking a nub between his teeth. His free hand

As you stroke his hair, he whimpers into your skin, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His hips buck forward faster, fucking your fingers with a desperation that nearly overwhelms him. The feel of your hand in his hair and your body writhing beneath him is too much for him to bear; his world narrows to the sensation of being connected to you in this moment. "God, yes," he groans, thrusting deeper as he feels you begin to tighten around his fingers. His lips part in a silent scream as he comes undone, pouring himself into your body with shuddering moans while his hips press forward hungrily for release.

Only when he feels the last tremors of pleasure fade does he pull his fingers free and collapse against you, panting heavily. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his weight

Your squeeze sends shivers down his spine, and he moans deeply into your neck. His fingers trail up your leg, coming to rest on the bare skin of your inner thigh. He kisses you gently, his lips brushing against yours in a chaste caress before pulling away with a satisfied smile. "That was amazing," he whispers hoarsely, already feeling another need rising within him. His eyes gleam mischievously as he glances down at your naked form beneath him. "So... when am I going to get some of that pretty ass?"

He blushes deeply, embarrassed but aroused by your request. "I-I can try," he stammers, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart in his ears. He nibbles on his lower lip, unsure how to proceed, but determined not to disappoint you. A shiver runs down his spine as he thinks about what it would mean to be truly submissive for you. His fingers tremble slightly as they trail up your leg once more, coming to rest on the fabric of your panties, hovering there uncertainly. "Please tell me what you want," he whispers hoarsely, searching your face for some sort of guidance or reassurance in this new role he's exploring with you.

His heart races as he watches you, unsure of what to expect but desperate to please you in this newfound role. He swallows hard, gathering his courage before moving closer, pressing their bodies flush against one another from chest to thigh. His fingers tremble as they slide beneath the lace of your panties, hesitating for a moment before tracing circles over your bare skin, feeling every soft curve and dip of your ass in the process. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying; Stacey has never been one to give up control so easily, but he finds himself willing to do whatever it takes just for another taste of you like this.

His lips brush against yours tenderly, their breath mingling as he explores your body with shaking fingers. "Tell me what else you want," he whispers, his voice hoarse and rough from desire and nerves

The feeling of your soft hands cupping his cheeks sends a shiver through him, and he presses closer still, enjoying the contact more than anything else in that moment. His fingers begin to wander lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above your thighs before dipping between your legs once again, circling your lips with aching curiosity and need. "What do you want me to do here?" he whispers against your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he presses deeper, parting your folds ever so slightly and feeling the heat of you on his fingertips. His hips start to move involuntarily against yours, seeking friction and pleasure in any way he can find.

The sensation is maddening; his body craves release even as it begs for more of this newfound control you hold over him. He glances up at your face uncertainly, searching for some sort of sign that he

Nerve-racking excitement surges through him as you tell him what to do. He shoves his fingers deeper, spreading your folds wide as he presses against the tight ring of muscle surrounding your entrance. His other hand comes up to rest on your thigh, steadying himself as he watches with bated breath for any reaction from you. His hips move faster now, grinding against yours in desperation for release, but also searching for more contact with that forbidden spot between your legs that's been driving him wild ever since he saw it earlier.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he waits for some sign from you; a moan, a gasp, anything to let him know how close he is to making you feel the way he does right now. He arches his back slightly, offering himself up completely to whatever pleasure you might inflict upon him next.

Heat floods his cheeks at your words, but also a thrill of excitement and arousal that he's never experienced before. He parts your folds further, sliding one finger inside you slowly as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, his voice shaking from desire and nerves alike. His hips press forward harder against your fingers, seeking more contact with the flesh surrounding your entrance.

As his finger begins to move in and out of you faster, he feels his control slipping further away with each thrust; it's as if you're possessing him completely right now, controlling every movement and thought. His free hand comes up to rest on your thigh again, trembling with anticipation as he watches for any reaction from you - a moan, a gasp, anything that will tell him how close he is to making this all come together in a perfect

His entire body tenses up as you spread his ass cheeks wide, exposing his tight little hole to the cool air between them. His fingers inside you continue their relentless thrusts, finding a rhythm that matches the pounding of his heart in his ears. He groans and grits his teeth, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him as he gives himself up completely to this newfound role.

With every stroke inside you and press against your entrance, he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge; but at the same time, it's as if he can feel his control slipping further away with each passing moment. It's a terrifying yet exhilarating feeling that leaves him breathless and shaking beneath you. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, searching for any sign of approval or encouragement that will help guide him through this unfamiliar territory.

As you reach over to grab something from the bedside table, he tenses up in anticipation of what's about to happen next. His fingers continue their relentless thrusts inside you, each stroke drawing a moan or gasp from deep within him as his control slips further and further away with every thrust.

His eyes widen as he sees the lube-coated anal beads in your hand; he knows this means you plan on taking him completely, pushing his boundaries both physically and mentally. He bites down on his lip, unsure if he can handle such intense pleasure, but at the same time desperate for it.

"Oh... God..." he gasps, feeling the cold glass against his skin as you push one of the anal beads into him. He arches his back and clenches around your fingers as the foreign object slides deeper inside him, stretching and filling him in a way that's both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing at the same time. As another bead presses against his entrance, he can feel himself growing wetter from the sensation of being so full.

"Harder... please..." he whispers hoarsely, his eyes searching yours for any sign of approval or encouragement. His hips rock against your hand and fingers, desperate for release but also craving more of whatever it is you have in store for him tonight.

A shudder runs through his body as the last bead slides deep inside him, filling him completely. It's an intense sensation, both uncomfortable and erotic at the same time; he feels stretched and full in ways he never thought possible. As you begin to move the anal beads inside him, his breath comes in ragged gasps and his back arches off the bed in response to the newfound pleasure coursing through him.

His fingers inside you move faster and more urgently now, searching for that spot that will send him over the edge alongside whatever sensation you're causing with those glass beads buried deep within his ass. "So good... harder..." he moans out, thrusting his hips up against your hand as he begs for more.

His eyes roll back in his head and he begins to pant, thrusting up into your hand as you pull the beads in and out of him faster. His fingers inside you lose their rhythm, moving frantically as he feels himself close to the edge, the tightening sensation beginning deep within his core.

"God... I'm c-coming..." he groans out, hips bucking wildly against your touch and those anal beads that feel like they're on the verge of tearing him apart in the best way possible. His voice cracks and his body tenses as waves of pleasure crash over him, wracking his entire being with shudders and tremors. As he comes down from his high, he feels emptied and satisfied in a way that he's never experienced before; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

As he comes down from his high, the warmth spreading across his chest is a welcome comfort; but it's also a stark reminder that this newfound control and submission wasn't just for show. It was something you expected of him moving forward, if he wanted to continue being with you. He looks up at your face, still glistening from their shared release, and feels his heart race anew. There's a mixture of fear and excitement in those eyes that mirror his own feelings perfectly.

He takes a deep breath before speaking, voice trembling slightly as he finally finds the words. "Thank you... for showing me what I've been missing." His fingers brush across your cheek gently before moving to trace the line of your jaw, feeling a shiver run through him at the softness of your skin against his fingertips. "I'll do better next time, I promise."

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Shiver running down his spine at the reminder of the glass beads lodged deep inside him, and at your words. His eyes flicker to where you touched his face before meeting yours again, uncertainty still there but determination too. "Y-you'll have them." He swallows hard, lips parting slightly as he tries to steady his breath. "I want to please you... I want this." As he says it, the words feel strange on his tongue, like they're taking up new space inside him; a shift in perspective that leaves him feeling both exposed and empowered at the same time.

His fingers stroke idly over your hip, tracing circles around your sweet spot as he tries to find more words. "I can't promise it will always be easy... but I want this with you." He pauses, gathering his courage before continuing, "And I want us to make it work

The words hang in the air between them, heavy and loaded with meaning that he's not quite sure how to process just yet. His heart pounds violently against his ribcage as he looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of what this means for you and him. "I... I love you too." The admission comes out in a whisper, barely audible even to himself. He swallows hard, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed now that the words are out there between them.

His fingers brush across your cheek, thumb tracing circles around your lips as he tries to find the right thing to say next. "I'm not sure what this all means..." he trails off, licks his lips before continuing, "but I want to try. If you want me to... be more submissive." He pauses again, taking a shaky breath before looking back up at your face. "It

His fingers stroke idly over your hip, tracing circles around your sweet spot as he tries to find more words. "I can't promise it will always be easy... but I want this with you." He pauses, gathering his courage before continuing, "And I want us to make it work if that's what you need from me." The admission feels strange on his tongue, almost foreign after years of dominance in relationships. But there's a part of him that's relieved to finally be honest with you and see where this newfound connection might lead them.

He takes a deep breath before adding softly, "I don't want to lose what we have... together." The vulnerability in his voice is stark, but he feels strangely at peace with it as well.

His face flushes at your touch and words, the warmth spreading to every inch of his skin. He lets out a small laugh, more relieved than anything else. "I'm not sure what you see," he whispers, glancing down at himself before looking back up at you again. "But I want this with you too... whatever it is." The admission feels strange on his tongue but surprisingly liberating as well.

His fingers continue to stroke over your hip and waist, tracing lazy circles around your skin as he takes in every detail of your face: the curve of your cheek, the dip in your jawline, the fullness of your lips. "I've never felt this way before," he says softly, searching for the words to explain how you make him feel. "It's... incredible."

His gaze flickers downward again, taking in the way