The evening had turned unexpectedly cool, so taking
advantage of that one slid onto His lap for a hug. Sitting astride Him one
pressed naked flesh along his length and rested the head in the crook of his
shoulder. He responded by gently stroking the back with one hand and an arse
cheek with the other...
The body relaxed under the soothing, stroking motions...
It was a rookie mistake.
Of course what He was doing was range finding because the
hand on the back found that spot, just above the shoulders, that renders you
unable to get up and his other hand delivered an experimental slap on that arse
cheek.
Squirming was futile as He just applied more pressure on the
shoulders until one was pinned against his chest...
And then His other hand landed rhythmic blows on the arse.
They fluctuated between hard and soft and then they just got harder and harder
until one was whimpering into His shoulder.
He has a nasty hard hand...
And hug doesn't mean what he thinks it means :(
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