Scaling Tina
Added 2021-11-19 01:00:03 +0000 UTCStory, by Tina
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It'd take nothing.
The flexing of my glutes. A twitch. A shiver.
We agreed I wouldn't move, that he wouldn't speak.
I can tell by the rhythmic hesitation in the four and faint little drops of his hands and feets that he's being careful. Respectful.
He's making advance on my back now.
"You've been resourceful in climbing there. One hour, all the way from my fingers..."
Breaking the promise, I flex my abs and cheeks. This is not moving.
A tiny rosary of refrained insults rolls down the hill of my ass, drawing me a smile.
"I've just had an earthquake. Keep moving"
The tiny massage is faster now, nervous.
When it meets the gate of my cheeks, now on its feet, it suddenly comes to a halt.
Appreciating the respect again, I give him a low, feral invitation.
"Mmmm..."
It takes nothing.
A caress, the delicate tap of his feet on my sensitive fields.
I'll have him tell his feelings.
"What are y-!!"
Between my tightly clenched cheeks, the muffled and struggling protest is silenced.
I hold him there for handful of seconds, mentally counting, physically enjoying the situation.
I quietly relax my muscles and softly notice.
"I'm granting your unspoken wish, Braden"
Breathing fast, speaking high, from the limp weight laid on the birth of my cheeks, likely exhausted.
"You moved!"
"I didn't. My body did that on its own and you provoked it."
In silence comes his realization, in mine, satisfaction.
The moment he moves again, his direction changed and the rhythm on my back, feels like mine.
