"Phew. You waited, huh?" Tessa’s voice ca back, closer now.
"No... even blindfolded—" I started.
"Shut up," she snapped, cold and steady, but there was a tiny waver in it—a tremble I only caught because my sight was gone.
Then—touch.
Flinch.
"Huhm, you work out or what?" she said, her palm pressing flat against my chest. The sudden contact jolted —I jerked back, but the cuffs held fast. No dodging her.
"I can shift a little," I noted. Her hands slid over my pecs, firm and warm. I don’t hit the gym in real life, but here in Nexus World? My body’s built—lean, muscled, ready. Default perk.
"Guess this counts as a stat too..." I thought, distracted.
Kuk.
"Mmm," I grunted as she pinched my nipple, sharp enough to snap back. She’d caught drifting and wasn’t having it.
Tessa’s hands had been soft on my chest, brushing over my muscles and teasing my nipples. Then she went lower, wrapping her fingers around my soft dick. It twitched at her touch—alive, but not hard yet.
"Hmm. When I tied you up earlier, you were standing there all stiff, so this is fine now, right?" she said, her voice playful.
"Nah, this isn’t my thing," I shot back, firm but calm.
"Ugh," I grunted. Being handled like this—one-sided, her in total control—wasn’t my vibe. But damn, her touch was good. Soft, skilled, pulling blood into bit by bit. My dick started waking up, growing under her grip.
She held it gentle but sure, shaking it like she knew exactly what she was doing. "Huhm, this sucks," I muttered, feeling a sting of disgust. My pride took a hit—, helpless like this—but her moves were too good. My dick didn’t care about my ego; it just kept swelling.
"Huhm. I’m making your dick so big..." Tessa said, her voice buzzing with thrill. I didn’t need to see her face—her excitent poured out, loud and clear. Her hand sped up, gripping tighter, like she was feeding off how huge I got.
It was too big for her hand now, spilling over her fingers. She shook it faster, caught up in the rush.
"Haa..." she sighed, a happy little moan slipping out.
"Ugh," I groaned back, stuck between annoyance and heat. This was different from last ti—couldn’t say how long it’d been since we hooked up, but her hunger now? Night and day.
"Hmm," she humd. Blindfolded, her touch hit harder—soft, electric, sparking my imagination wild. I pictured her standing there, smirking down at my stiff dick, stroking it slow and steady. Those eyes—half-thrilled, half-mocking—locked on , her hand driving crazy. It made harder, no question.
Tak. Tak. Tak. Her grip tightened just right, quick and firm. She didn’t say a word, but her breathing—sharp, excited—filled the silence.
"You’re holding up good..." she teased, her voice dripping with smug.
"I told you before—’your hand’s not enough,’" I threw back, quoting so random mory.
"Phew..." She let out a big breath and dropped my dick. It flopped, heavy and hot, and I went still, ears straining. What next? Her presence faded— footsteps retreating—then a soft brush hit the tip of my dick.
"This?" I muttered, guessing.
"Haaa... it’s hot," she purred.
"Hmm," I humd. It was her—her pussy, slick and bare, rubbing against . Wet already, dripping, her flesh softer than I’d ever felt. Maybe the blindfold cranked it up, or maybe she was just built different, but it was unreal—smooth, warm, perfect. My head painted it clear: her red, glistening folds spreading wide, hugging my shaft.
Squeak. Squeak.
"Uh, mm... hmm..." Tessa grabbed my shoulders, sliding her pussy back and forth, slow and deliberate. That sticky, silky flesh wrapped up, sending jolts of pleasure through .
"Hi," I said, half-laughing. I was done for—screwed in the best way. Yeah, it stung my pride a little, but this blindfolded twist? Way hotter than I’d expected.
Chap. Chap.
"Haaa... ah, damn..." she moaned, her voice trembling. She was using my dick like a toy, grinding herself off on it. Not my ideal spot—, tied up, just a tool for her—but damn if it didn’t turn on anyway.
Her juices flowed heavier the more she rubbed, soaking my pubes, spilling over. It wasn’t just wet—it was a flood, squishing loud every ti she moved.
"Your dick... staying hard like this... haha..." she said, giggling through her heat.
I didn’t answer—just flexed my dick, making it twitch hard against her.
"Huh!" She jolted, a sharp little gasp escaping. I was trapped, yeah, and it sucked I couldn’t do more, but that reaction? Worth it.
"Are you so turned on you can’t think straight? Haa..." she asked, her voice thick with excitent, pressing herself tighter against .
"Hmm," I grunted. You’re the one losing it, I thought.
"Then... I’ll snap you out of it..." she said, pulling back.
My dick, drenched in her, flopped free—disappointed, aching. But I wasn’t the only one pissed about it.
"Huh, haha," I chuckled. I felt it—her pussy opening, tight and familiar, brushing the edge of my dick. Right there, teasing.
"Haaa..." she sighed.
"Huh! Haa!" I thrust up hard the second I felt my tip line up with her hole. The cuffs strained, but I pushed as far as I could—sliding deep into her in one smooth go.
"Haa... this is really..." she gasped, voice shaking.
"Huhm. Feels good, right?" I said, grinning.
"Shut up..." she snapped, but it didn’t stop .
Squeak. Squeak.
I rocked my hips, back and forth, matching her. From the wet grip of her pussy and the angle of her voice, I could tell—she was on her back now, legs spread, taking in, moving with .
"Huhm. Still good," I muttered. But that sa old gripe nagged . It’d be so much better if I could pound her hard, my way. Why tie up like this, all awkward and stuck?
"Ha. Untie , and it’ll feel way better," I said, half-serious.
"Hmm. Be quiet... haa..." she huffed, ignoring . She kept rocking slow, savoring it.
This was the slowest I’d ever gone. Every inch of her raw, slick walls dragged against —texture, heat, all of it hitting clear as day.
"Don’t you wanna feel it for real?" I pushed.
"Huh, haha, haha. Shut up..." she laughed, brushing off, still lost in her rhythm.
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