She couldn’t help but smile at the sounds coming from her quivering boyfriend when finally she released his achingly swollen, drooling cock from the warm silky softness of her hand. “Aww honey, you’re shaking……. you poor thing. I know it aches sweetie…. you’ll be ok, we’re going to give it a little break for a while before we start back up again……”
I Play His Body Like an Instrument
He makes the most beautiful sounds when I touch him.
Sometimes, he’s so quiet I can barely hear it. Just a soft sigh as my hand moves along his side. A pronounced inhale when I circle his sensitive nipples. Maybe even the sound of silence as I touch his hip bones and he holds his breath.
Other times, he’s more vocal. I can bring him to a crescendo with a well-timed stroke. His moans blend into a harmony as his eyes close and he rests heavy against me. He murmurs when I move up his back and run my fingers into his hair.
I trace his body up and down, exploring every beautiful curve with my fingertips. I make him sing for me.





