Glorious Hands Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Glorious Hands- Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

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Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen

You’re here because you crave..and I’m here to give your imagination a place to play.

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Glorious Hands”  Dear Doctor, please. It’s all I want. It’s all I need. It’s all I truly long for. Please, please. Take me, fuck me, kiss my flesh with your glorious cock. Drive your thrust softly, roughly. Come with me, come for me, come hard, come loud, come all over me. Cover my lips, my breasts, my tongue.

Please, baby, please. Seize me, possess me, bend me to your will. Fuck me, fuck me, come deep inside me. Come deep, deep inside this sweet aching cunt.

Please, Doctor, you know how much I fucking want you…actually I just want your cock thrusting inside me. Let’s begin…

Strong, masculine hands seizing their craving, their want, their desire.

Coarse, powerful hands sweeping, grazing womanly skin silky and fine.

Commanding hands mapping the line of my back, lifting me high, spreading me wide, sating the ache that all but consumes me.

Hands, fingers, dexterous and greedy, that tease my clit, that work my slit, that crook to find my sweet little spot, that fill my tight cunt to the brim.

Hands caressing my face, my neck, the soft mounds of my breasts, vice-like grip on my hips as your thick shaft glides in to the hilt, as it savagely pounds my slick velvet heat.

Hands in my hair, on my head, digits mapping the curve of my lips as I slide your glans deep, deep inside, as my tongue licks and laps at your slippery head, as I fuck your pulsating cock with my mouth.

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What I am to you, Sir.. Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Hands tenderly fixing ties that fasten and bind, marking my form with the signs of possession for which I yearn and long.

Hands speaking their sensual passion, recording the rise and fall of my breath, the rhythmic, thudding beat in my chest, committing to memory the body laid bare before them.

Hands, hands, your glorious hands, weapons of worship and hungry invasion.

The hands holding me down, the hands setting me free.

The hands touching, taking, giving all that I need. The hands I need, are your hands, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir….

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