Manuel and Niha embarked on a thrilling vacation trip to a vibrant city renowned for its liberating nightlife and sensual culture. In preparation for their adventures, Manuel received explicit instructions from his dominant wife, Niha. He was to maintain his private areas meticulously shaved and lubed, ready for her indulgence at any moment, wherever they may find themselves. Furthermore, Manuel was forbidden to wear any underwear, leaving him exposed and vulnerable to Niha's desires.
As they settled into their seats on the airplane, the couple snuggled beneath a cozy blanket, their bodies entwined. Sensing the simmering sexual tension, Niha's mischievous voice cut through the air, her tone commanding yet alluring. "Time to take off your shorts, Manuel," she whispered, her words dripping with a hint of dominance.
Complying with her request, Manuel discreetly removed his shorts beneath the concealment of the blanket. However, to his dismay, Niha discovered that he was still wearing underwear, a grave transgression against her desires. With a swift and sharp movement, she administered a playful spank to his penis, reprimanding him for his disobedience.
Feeling sheepish and eager to please, Manuel swiftly removed the offending garment. Niha, seizing the opportunity, confiscated his underwear, casually depositing it into her bag. "I think i will hold on to this for this trip" She said, giving him a kiss. With an air of tantalizing control, she began to tease and stroke his erect member, her fingers dancing along its length. And yet, she was far from finished.
Niha pressed the button above them and beckoned the air hostess, her grip on Manuel's penis unyielding. Maintaining her sensual touch, she engaged the attendant in casual conversation, seeking tips and recommendations for their destination. As the air hostess divulged insider knowledge, Niha's nimble fingers continued their teasing ministrations, lightly fondling his balls. And then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she playfully probed, "Whom did you say she reminded you of, honey?" Her finger flicked against the sensitive head of his penis, Manuel struggled to respond, his mind clouded with overwhelming pleasure. "Uh...Nicole Kidman, madam" he somehow uttered. "Uh.Thanks, sir" With that, she was gone.
Niha suppressed a laugh at his predicament and took her hands off him. "Nicole Kidman, huh? Keep the shorts off till we land. I might feel like playing you again"
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Nightfall descended upon the city, and Manuel found himself nestled naked beneath the sheets, as Niha had instructed. The tantalizing notion of his wife's touch permeated his thoughts as he descended into a deep slumber. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his throbbing member, stirring him from his reverie. "No..." he grumbled in half sleep, which was replied by a spank on the head of his dick. Niha's playful antics were enough to keep him awake, his senses ablaze with arousal. She skillfully manipulated his engorged penis, a dance of desire designed to torment and tease. After playing with it for some time, she removed her hand, like a dream that has gone away. As Manuel slipped once more into the abyss of sleep, a jolt of electrifying pleasure surged through his body. The sensation of Niha's warm and velvety tongue caressing his throbbing member pierced through his dreams, pulling him into a realm where desire ruled without mercy. Bringing him again to the edge of pleasure she turned away, leaving him unfulfilled.
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During the day, as they wandered through the bustling streets, Manuel's body ached for release. His penis remained perpetually erect, leaking droplets of precum that whispered of his insatiable need. Begging and pleading with Niha to indulge him, his desire grew even more intense. Her choice of attire--a tantalizing sundress that accentuated her luscious curves, with no underwear to shield her femininity--drove him to the edge of desperation.
Manuel and Niha arrived at the famous fountain in the bustling city square, the sound of cascading water filled the air, creating a backdrop of serenity for their shared adventure. Niha, always one to seize the moment, couldn't resist the urge to capture a memorable photograph. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she turned to Manuel and instructed him to strike a pose in front of the majestic fountain.
Niha: "Darling, I want a picture of you, right here, in front of this beautiful fountain." Manuel, positioned himself just as Niha desired. As she fumbled with her phone to capture the perfect shot, Niha's playful choice of squatting stance caused her sundress to ride up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her intimate folds through the gap between her legs. The sight sent a jolt of desire through Manuel, his own vulnerability heightened by the seductive display. Manuel's heart raced with a mixture of thrill and trepidation as he stood before the fountain, his thoughts consumed by the tantalizing view before him. The knowledge that anyone who happened to cast a gaze in the right direction could catch a glimpse of Niha's exposed, shaved pussy sent shivers of excitement down his spine. That photo is now one of their favorites, Manuel's mouth open in a disbelieving look and a tenting in his shorts.
Their journey led them to a grand bookshop next, where Niha orchestrated a seductive spectacle. She bent down seductively as if to look at the books on the bottom shelf. Her ass exposed for Manuel's ravenous eyes, she tantalized him beyond measure. Then she went to the shop-keepers table and bent down more than necessary to ask some questions, her dress hugging her curves and plunging between her breasts. The delicate swell of her cleavage beckoned with an irresistible invitation, drawing the eyes of onlookers like a magnet. The knowledge that others were captivated by her searing sensuality only further ignited Manuel's longing.
In a secluded corner of the bookshop, Niha commanded him to remove his shorts. Obeying her with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, Manuel allowed his uncaged member to spring forth, a testament to his unquenchable desire. With deft and tantalizing movements, Niha played with his engorged penis, all while perusing the nearby shelf. Entrusting him with a book to read, she continued to manipulate the pulsating head of his member, her touch rendering him unable to concentrate. Her hand wandered, exploring the curvature of his ass, her words a sweet torment that spoke to his deepest desires. Niha: "I love how your ass responds to my touch, how they tense and quiver under my fingertips. What a horny boy you are, Manuel"
As Manuel approached the precipice of release, Niha abruptly withdrew her hand, denying him the climax he so desperately craved. Beckoning him to follow her, she said "Let's go, we are leaving." leaving him in a state of torturous longing. He somehow gathered his shorts off the floor in a hurry and followed her.
Nighttime enveloped the city, and Manuel found himself in a dimly lit bar, pulsating with an atmosphere of uninhibited desire. Soft, sultry music drifted through the room, adding to the intimate atmosphere. The bar was bustling with an eclectic crowd, each person carrying an air of mystery and untamed sensuality. The dim lighting cast subtle shadows, creating pockets of privacy where whispered secrets and stolen glances mingled. Niha, her dominance in full force, commanded him to remove his shorts once again, his body aflame with need. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she began to play with his penis, her touch dancing along the fine line between pleasure and denial.
Their intimate moment was interrupted as another girl joined them at the table. "Sorry, could I join your table? The place is packed today." She said. Looking at the shocked Manuel Niha said: "Oh no problem, make yourself comfortable." Niha engaged in conversation, effortlessly maintaining her grip on Manuel's throbbing member, expertly toying with his desires. After an agonizing minute or two for Manuel, the girl beckoned Niha, a mischievous curiosity lacing her words.
: "Excuse me, but...Are you playing with his dick under the table?"
Niha, with a smile, answered in the affirmative, flicking the head of his penis under the table with her forefinger.
