He applies the smallest amount of pressure, no more, no less, and slowly, as your body moves with the attentions of the first man’s body. One from each side, another two hands slowly tracing lower and lower down your body, closer and closer to your secret heat. All this time you feel a warmth, like soft breathe upon your ear, almost as though someone were whispering words of devotion, adoration, love and seduction… During your shuddering climax, their hands wonder over your body, caressing, stroking. First pauses for a moment, allowing you to acclimatise to your filling. The momentum and rhythm increasing over time, as you deliberately use everything you know to squeeze and stroke their shafts to oblivion. The almost-hand strokes along your neck, moving to your shoulders, drifting down your collarbone and brushing across the very tip of your ample bust. You feel the fingers curve under the warm orb of your creamy breast, you see your pyjama shirt move aside slowly then suddenly and shockingly you feel the fiery tingle of a thumb rubbing
