"I give an honest promise to you. My viewpoint of your character is unchanged by this request. So, do not bother your mind with how you imagine that I'll look at you after this... Just sit back and enjoy this form of attention... It's perfectly fine if his tongue makes your scream... That's what he's here to do..."
Bella's muscles retain hardened symptoms of anxiety that her torn thoughts feed. Tension pulse throughout the entirety of her cocoa toned flesh as her mind pushes comfort far from her male dominated territory. Her perspective of becoming a woman existing as the focal point of two sexually talented men at once is equally charging her interests, as well as burdening her emotions. She mentally transforms herself into a sexual object to draw pleasure from as if her acceptance of the joined male efforts is lowering her to the level of a mere instrument. Sensually inclined men are such a rarity to her knowledge; she always viewed male, male, female threesomes as a gangbang reserved for neighborhood whores. Her images of the taboo act were understandable since most males lack maturity and have sex to impress their own egos. They go through the motions to brag and treat women as inanimate drugs to catch a quick high from. They lack the ability to inject their entire spectrum of existence from spirit to physical into the act of becoming a full bodied erotic experience for the woman. So two or more immature males who are engaging a woman in sex together will only do so to release a quick nut and gain something to brag about to everyone possible.
But Tone and I, we understand the importance of pleasuring our partner to the utmost of our capabilities to draw out the hidden traits of her most intimate erotic characteristics. The combination of two gifted distributors of pleasure creates a union of orgasmic eruptions that do not cease. We do not seek to take from her energy to feed ourselves. The opposite is the truth. We feed her internally and equally externally until she pours over in waves of warm sweet waters. Our pleasure resides within the liquid confines of her creamy release. Happiness occurs once our job has reached a point greatly exceeding her expectations. So together as mature men, we do our work on Bella the Beautiful.
Tone's tongue swirls in a playful manner along the pink parameter of the pulsating roundness of Bella's clit. Soft strands of silky hair extend from the back of Bella's scalp and lay gracefully in the burrows of my lap. My thighs firmly, yet delicately tighten at the sides of her slightly sweaty face to condense her ability to squirm away from her previous wishes. I rest my knees into the pillow topped queen sized mattress and sit back on my feet while verbally guiding the scattered thoughts of Bella away from misdirection. Appreciation of all that is taboo is the motive and two dominate male deliverers of ecstasy are the motivation.
As seduction vibrates from behind my frequently bitten lips which carry hints of the freshly cut pineapples recently ingested to amplify my nectar's flavor; I fix my gaze to admire the fashion in which Bella's pretty and smooth clit peeks from buttery lips lacking any trace of pubic bushes. There is visually pleasant clarity in the kissed vertical lips that slide across Tone's oral movements. My eyes fall onto the prettiness of her hydrated pussy as massages find her neck and perky breasts with two steamy cotton washcloths existing between Bella and my palms. The strategically placed bowl of hot water surrounded by lavender scented candles on the nightstand is where these two water marinated cotton instruments for massaging originate from. The addition of this liquid activity adds to the wetness that seeps into this mattress from three intimately linked Nubian bodies. I planned ahead and anticipated the tension that is occurring within Bella's tight lusciously brown athletically built body. So, the most soothing of massage therapy techniques were in order. As a man listening thoroughly to encourage clear connection, I reflect on conversations had over the phone nights before this space within time about activities that bring her comfort. Hot steamy baths were at the top of her list, so it was my duty to create that atmosphere for her to achieve peace within this taboo territory. As a man gifted in the craft of intuitively touching a woman in a therapeutic manner, I understand the calm that is accomplished when cloths saturated in nearly sizzling waters are utilized as guides for my dancing hands.
In deep calming tones, my voice rings melodically into her ear to steer her path of thinking towards a tranquil location. "Close your eyes and listen to my voice... You are a beautiful woman and you deserve this attention. You are a goddess that is worthy to be spoiled with ecstasy in a respectful manner. This is for you and only you. This bed is an island in which you share with only two men who are slaves to your fulfillment. The only observation of you is from your two ready and willing sexual workers. The only witnesses to these sights and sounds are lunar light and distant Suns in the form of stars. No one knows what goes on here. Nor will they gain knowledge of this. Right now, we don't exist in the world. We are in our own tranquil hidden location where you are the most beautiful and you are treated as such."
Bella's relaxation begins to materialize as nearly roasted white cotton cloths carry heated waters to travel the innermost reaches of her inner thighs. In amidst of chaotically swirling sexual energies, I deliver warmth coated massages as an addition to the component of comfort. Tone attentively caresses Bella's luscious feet and toes as his anxious saliva oozing mouth seemingly sends electricity throughout her nervous system's entirety. While I reposition myself to the side of her squirming body I stare in awe as it glows beneath orange tinted flickering embers which dance on top of waxed candle wicks. Her moans look edible rolling from her pillowy lips, so I am lured by sight to plant kisses onto their delicious surface. My hands continue their efforts of comfort on the entirety of her roasted honey shaded curvy torso. Moans are felt resonating from her supple breasts and into the palms of my listening hands.
An unexpected request moves forward into our shared hearing space. The feminine voice sings in the key of "Oh My (Breathless moment)... I'm about to cum all over that sexy ass face"...
