I was ready to be taken by my handyman. His calloused hands caressed my body, exploring me with expert fingers as I melted into the moment’s desire. Surrendering to that special kind of lust, I felt the intensity of his desire cloaked in my undeniable pleasure. He rode me hard, until I was completely his.
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I felt every straining muscle of his body as his strong hands dug into me, and he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel his heat and he was everywhere—in my head, my heart, and every corner of my body. His roughness was just what I craved. I felt close to the point of exploding like one of his tools. But instead, I rode his hand like a wild stallion as I experienced the ultimate pleasure.
The handyman and I collided in a frenzy of heat and lust, our wet skin slipping against each other. His every touch electrified me, his fingers pushing through my hair as our hips crashed in wild, unbridled passion, his rigid shaft ravaging me, driving me to heights of bliss. This affair was no ordinary tryst, for I felt a hunger I had never experienced before, one that I wanted to feed until I was completely satisfied.