Been busy with getting some things in order IRL but have been working on some stories late at night. Here is one for Valentine's Day enjoy.
Boxing Bonanza
Brad, with his silver hair neatly combed back and a mischievous twinkle in his eye, watched Teodora sleep beside him. The February air was crisp outside, but the bedsheets were warm and inviting. At 70, Brad felt as invigorated as he had in decades thanks to his fiery 29-year-old girlfriend.
Four months into their whirlwind romance, Valentine's Day loomed. Teodora’s eyes glowed with a playful glint as she stirred beside him, a thought brewing. "Brad, darling," she murmured sleepily, "how about we spice things up for Valentine's?"
Brad chuckled, already anticipating something exciting. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"
Teodora grinned, "Remember Andjela from the gym? I had an idea..."
She explained her proposition: a boxing match between her and Andjela, 33, her gym buddy, for Brad's entertainment.
Brad’s heart skipped a beat. He loved Teodora's fiery spirit and bold ideas. "Now that," he said with a slow smile, "is an excellent Valentine's idea."
Teodora giggled, "But to make it special..." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, "...what if we boxed topless?"
Brad felt a surge of heat run through him. It was audacious and undeniably thrilling. "Topless it is," he agreed, his voice husky with anticipation. And to add even more spice..." He paused for dramatic effect. " The winner gets the loser's full attention for the rest of the night."
Teodora laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Deal."
Over the next few days, anticipation crackled between them. Brad trained alongside Teodora and Andjela, pushing himself harder than he had in years. As they sparred, he saw a new fierceness in both women, their playful banter masking an intense determination.
Valentine's Day arrived, and the gym was decorated with red hearts and flickering candles. A small audience of friends and family gathered to witness the unusual Valentine's spectacle.
As Teodora and Andjela entered the ring, Brad felt excitement and nervousness. He couldn’t help but think about the prize waiting at the end of the fight, though his heart was with both women. The bell rang, signaling the start of their unique Valentine's Day celebration, a night that promised to be anything but ordinary.
A hush fell over the crowd as Andjela strutted into the ring, her blonde ponytail bouncing with every step. She wore a confident smirk, radiating an undeniable sexual energy that turned heads. Her denim shorts barely grazed her toned thighs, showcasing her sculpted legs and the impressive curve of her 35D breasts, which swayed provocatively with each movement. At 171 cm and a lean 48 kg, she was a force to be reckoned with inside and outside the ring.
Brad felt a familiar warmth spread through him as Andjela settled into her corner. Her eyes met his briefly, intensely before she turned back to face Teodora. He couldn't deny the appeal of this confident woman, her athletic physique radiating power and allure.
Then, Teodora emerged from behind the curtain, a playful twinkle in her eye. She wore her brown hair in two high ponytails, emphasizing the delicate curve of her neck and jawline. Her shorter stature of 168 cm was more than compensated for by a firm, athletic build that hinted at the power beneath her lithe exterior. At 43 kg, she was undeniably lean, but her muscles were defined and toned, giving her a sense of strength and agility. Her 33C breasts, while not as large as Andjela's, looked incredibly firm and perky, their peaks standing erect against the chill air and the rising tension.
Teodora winked at Brad, a subtle invitation that sent another wave of heat through him. She knew how to play the game, her confidence bordering on playful provocation. The cool air and simmering anticipation hardened both women’s nipples, creating an unspoken, charged atmosphere in the ring.
The two women met in the center, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills as they touched gloves. For several minutes, they circled each other, sizing up their opponent, their breathing heavy with anticipation. The tension was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desire and rivalry.
Brad was caught in the crossfire, his heart pounding against his ribs like a trapped bird. He knew this Valentine's Day would be anything but ordinary.
The bell clanged, shattering the tense silence and unleashing the fury within both women. Andjela moved with surprising speed, her long limbs blurring as she closed the distance between them. Agile and quick, Teodora kept her guard up, parrying Andjela’s jabs with practiced ease. But Andjela was relentless, a whirlwind of calculated aggression.
She feinted left, then right, drawing Teodora in before unleashing a powerful hook aimed at her midsection. Teodora ducked just in time, the force of the blow whistling past her ear. Undeterred, Andjela followed up with a rapid flurry of punches, each finding its mark on Teodora’s arms and shoulders.
Despite the constant barrage, Teodora fought back with surprising strength. She weaved and bobbed, landing a few solid jabs on Andjela’s exposed ribs. But Andjela was too experienced, too cunning. She anticipated Teodora's moves, her punches like thunderclaps, forcing her into a defensive position.
Then came the moment that silenced the crowd. Andjela saw an opening, a fleeting vulnerability in Teodora’s defense. With a predatory grace, she ducked under Teodora’s guard and landed two quick, sharp jabs directly on her full breasts. The impact was audible, a gasp escaping Teodora's lips as her eyes widened in surprise.
Andjela grinned, a feral gleam in her eye, before giving Brad a knowing wink. The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy in the room crackling with excitement and anticipation.
Teodora, momentarily stunned, shook off the blow, her cheeks flushed with anger and a hint of arousal. She knew she had been caught off guard, but the fire in her eyes refused to be extinguished. This was just the beginning.
The bell signaling the end of the first round was met with thunderous applause. Brad rushed to Teodora's side, a cool towel in hand. He gently sponged her breasts, his touch lingering on the tender spots where Andjela had landed her blows.
"You took those like a champ, darling," he murmured, his eyes tracing the curve of her flushed cheeks and the determined set of her jaw. "And you looked incredible out there."
Teodora smiled, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Just a couple of good hits to make things interesting," she purred, leaning into his touch. She leaned up and quickly kissed his lips, a silent promise of retribution to come. "Don't worry, Brad," she whispered conspiratorially, "round two is going to be even better."
The break was short, but the tension in the air thickened with each passing second. When the bell rang for round two, Teodora emerged from her corner with a newfound ferocity. Andjela, seemingly unfazed by the first round's outcome, pressed her advantage, landing a series of stinging blows to Teodora's ribs and arms.
But Teodora wasn't going down without a fight. She moved with a fluidity that belied her diminutive stature, slipping under Andjela's punches and countering with lightning-fast jabs and hooks. The crowd roared with every clash of fists, and the energy in the gym reached a fever pitch.
Then, as the round neared its end, Teodora saw her opportunity. Andjela, caught in a moment of overconfidence, dropped her guard momentarily. Teodora seized the chance, dropping low and delivering a vicious, precise kick to Andjela's groin.
The crowd gasped as Andjela doubled over, clutching at her stomach, her face contorted in pain. Teodora stood over her, chest heaving, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
"That," she declared, meeting Brad's gaze with a challenging glint in her eyes, "is for round one."
The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and Andjela stumbled back to her corner, clearly shaken by Teodora’s brutal counterattack. The score was now tied, both women having tasted victory and defeat.
The tension in the room was palpable as both women took their places in their corners for the final round. The score was tied, meaning this round would decide the match’s winner and the prize—a night of undivided attention from Brad.
Brad moved first to Teodora's side, gently wiping away the sweat from her brow and damp hair with a cool towel. He felt her muscles tense beneath his touch, aware of the strength she held in reserve for this showdown.
"You've got this, darling," he murmured, his voice husky with admiration and anticipation. "Just show them what you're made of." Teodora met his gaze, a fire burning in her eyes that mirrored the intensity of the fight ahead. She leaned in for a quick kiss, whispering a silent promise to give it her all.
Next, Brad crossed over to Andjela's corner, a slow grin spreading across his face. He saw the pain etched on her face from Teodora’s last attack, but also the unwavering determination in her eyes. As he wiped away the sweat, his hand lingered for a moment on her chest, marveling at the firmness and size of her breasts under the weight of the sports bra.
"Remember what's at stake, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and suggestive. A shiver ran down Andjela’s spine as she felt his gaze linger on her curves. He leaned closer, letting his erection press against her hip, sending a jolt of electricity through her. "Tonight, it's all yours if you win."
Andjela met his gaze, a hungry look in her eyes. The thought of winning Brad’s undivided attention for the night fueled her fire. She nodded, determined to prove herself worthy of the prize.
The final bell rang, shattering the silence and signaling the start of the decisive round. Both women exploded out of their corners, their bodies taut with adrenaline and raw power.
The fight was a whirlwind of punches, kicks, and blocks, neither woman giving an inch. Andjela landed a series of heavy blows to Teodora’s body, but Teodora countered with lightning-fast jabs that stung Andjela's face.
Then, in a moment of pure instinct, Teodora saw an opening. She ducked under Andjela's arm and unleashed a powerful uppercut, catching her opponent square on the jaw. Andjela stumbled back, her legs crumpling beneath her as she crashed to the canvas.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy as the referee began counting. "One... two... three..."
Andjela struggled to rise; her vision blurred, but the count continued relentlessly. "Seven... eight... nine..."
She pushed herself onto her knees, desperately trying to regain her footing, but the world spun around her. The final blow landed with a sickening thud as she collapsed back onto the mat.
"Ten!" roared the referee.
Teodora stood over her fallen opponent, chest heaving, face flushed with victory. The crowd roared their approval, celebrating her hard-fought win. Brad rushed into the ring, his eyes filled with pride and admiration. He enveloped Teodora in a tight embrace, whispering congratulations into her hair.
"You were incredible," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I knew you could do it."
Teodora leaned against him, basking in his touch’s warmth and victory’s glow.
The prize was hers for the taking. And she couldn't wait to claim it.
The car hummed with adrenaline, excitement, and lingering tension from the match. Teodora, perched between Brad and Andjela in the backseat, leaned against Brad’s shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his arm.
“So,” she purred, her voice husky with anticipation, “about that Valentine's Day special...”
Andjela chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "I was thinking... a bit of a role reversal?"
Brad swallowed hard, struggling to focus on the road as their voices painted vivid pictures in his mind. The images were exciting and overwhelming—his two loves, each wanting to explore him in their way, fueled by the heat of competition.
"I have some ideas," Andjela continued, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper, "about how you can make it up to your champion." Her gaze lingered on his erection straining against his pants, sending a jolt of awareness through Brad’s body. He cleared his throat nervously, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.
Teodora squeezed his arm playfully. “Don't worry, darling," she murmured, "I know exactly what you need." She leaned closer, her breath warm on his neck, and whispered in a voice that sent shivers down his spine, "We’ll take turns indulging you. You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?"
Brad groaned, overwhelmed by the intimacy of their shared fantasy. "I… I can't wait," he stammered, his gaze flickering between them, unable to choose who to focus on first.
"Oh Brad," Andjela laughed softly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of challenge and desire. "You think you know what’s coming?" She leaned forward, her hand brushing against his thigh, sending a spark of heat through him. "I've been watching how good you are at giving Teodora pleasure… I can’t wait to see how well you handle me.”
Brad's heart pounded as Andjela's words hung heavy in the air. He had always admired her strength and confidence, but now there was a new dimension - a raw, untamed sensuality that intrigued and terrified him.
"What... what do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Andjela’s smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. "That's for me to know, and you to find out," she purred, her fingers tracing his jaw line. “But I can assure you,” she added, leaning closer, “it will be unforgettable.”
Andjela's touch was electric, sending shivers down Brad’s spine as her fingers trailed slowly up his inner thighs. "Hurry home," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper that promised both pleasure and danger.
His foot pressed harder on the accelerator, ignoring the warning lights flickering ominously on the dashboard as he sped towards his house. He couldn't wait to be rid of the confines of the car and let loose with the two women who had captured his heart and ignited a fire within him. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
As Brad pulled into the driveway, Teodora and Andjela were already out of the car, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They practically shoved him towards the front door, eager to claim their prize.
Once inside, the living room became a whirlwind of playful aggression as Teodora and Andjela stripped Brad of his clothes, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in the center of the room.
Teodora, still glowing from her victory, took charge. "My turn," she purred, tying him securely to the sturdy wooden chair with practiced hands.
"Don't worry, darling," she murmured, leaning close to his face, her breath warm on his skin, "this is about making your fantasies come true."
Andjela moved in close, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You wanted a show?" she whispered, her voice laced with playful challenge. "We’ll give you a show."
With a shared look, the two women started to undress each other, their bodies moving in a fluid dance of passion and desire. Teodora took the lead, sliding her hands over Andjela's curves, savoring the feel of her smooth skin beneath her fingertips.
"Oh Brad," she breathed, leaning down to kiss Andjela softly, "I hope you’re enjoying the view." She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of sensuality and dominance. “You like this, don't you?”
Brad could only stare, mesmerized by the unfolding scene before him. His body responded instinctively to their movements, his cock throbbing in anticipation as he watched them undress each other further. He felt a pang of possessiveness, wanting to claim both for himself, but he was also captivated by the raw power of their connection.
Andjela reached out and took Teodora's hand, leading her closer. "Let's show him what we can do," she whispered, her voice a low murmur in Teodora’s ear.
They moved together with a practiced grace, their bodies weaving around each other in a sensual embrace. Teodora’s lips found Andjela’s neck, leaving behind fiery kisses that made Brad's blood hot. He could feel the heat radiating from them, even though they were meters away.
Andjela moaned softly as Teodora's hands explored her body, teasing and tantalizing her. Her fingers danced along her ribs, tracing delicate lines down to the swell of her hips, before sliding beneath the hem of her skirt, caressing the curve of her thighs.
Teodora lifted Andjela's dress over her head, her eyes meeting Brad’s momentarily. "Don't worry," she said with a knowing smile, "we’ll give you plenty to remember."
Andjela leaned forward, pressing her body against Teodora's. Her lips met hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining in a dance of desire. Brad watched as they moved closer, their bodies molding together perfectly.
Teodora arched into Andjela’s touch, her hands finding their way to Andjela’s breasts, squeezing gently before she tugged at the straps of her bra, sending it tumbling to the floor.
"You look beautiful," she whispered against Andjela's lips, her voice a mixture of awe and desire.
Andjela's fingers brushed lightly against Teodora's bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. “I feel so good when you touch me like that,” she murmured, her eyes locked on Teodora’s face.
Their kisses deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate as they explored each other's bodies with a hunger that could no longer be denied. Teodora slid her hand under Andjela's skirt, tracing the line of her panties before pulling them down, exposing her smooth, naked skin.
Andjela moaned softly as Teodora’s fingers moved lower, teasing her sensitive clit. "I love it when you make me feel like this," she breathed, her body arching instinctively against Teodora's touch.
Brad watched in awe as the two women danced around each other, their bodies moving with a fluid grace that was both captivating and erotic. He felt his arousal building with every passing moment, his cock straining against the confines of his trousers.
The sight before him was beyond anything he had ever imagined – his two loves, wholly consumed by passion for each other, their desires intertwined in a beautiful, messy tapestry of love and lust.
"Andjela," Teodora murmured, her voice husky with desire as she leaned down to kiss Andjela's neck, "I want you so bad.”
Andjela’s fingers tangled in Teodora’s hair, pulling her closer for a deep, lingering kiss that promised untold pleasures. Their bodies moved together with a primal intensity, their moans and gasps echoing through the room as they explored each other’s bodies with a fervor that was both thrilling and terrifying to watch.
Brad gasped as he saw Andjela's head fall back, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as Teodora's hands pressed against her hips, driving them closer together. He could feel his release building inside him, the tension becoming almost unbearable.
Teodora looked up at Brad with a triumphant smirk. "We hope you like our show," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.
Andjela nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she pulled Teodora back down for another kiss. "We're just getting started," she murmured, her eyes meeting Brad's briefly before returning to Teodora’s lips.
Brad watched in stunned silence as the two women continued their dance of desire, unable to tear his gaze away from their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
He had never felt anything like this—a mixture of awe, longing, and a primal urge that threatened to consume him entirely. It was his fantasy come to life, a terrifying and exhilarating spectacle, and he couldn't wait to see what happened next.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Teodora broke away from Andjela and moved gracefully towards Brad, stopping just inches from his face. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume mingling with the scent of sweat and arousal.
"Darling," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine, "I know you've been watching us closely. And I think it's time for you to have fun too."
She leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek, sending goosebumps across his skin. “Tonight,” she continued, tracing a fingertip along the line of his jaw, “we’re going to give you the best Valentine's Day special you've ever experienced.”
Andjela let out a low chuckle behind her, watching Teodora with playful amusement. Her gaze flickered between Brad and her girlfriend, and she savored the moment when their desires converged into one exhilarating spectacle.
"What are you thinking?" Brad croaked, his voice raspy with desire. His heart pounded as Teodora’s eyes met his, a promise burning brightly within them.
Teodora smiled, that wicked little smirk twisting her lips. "I'm thinking about giving you the best blowjob you've ever had," she whispered, her fingers sliding down to cup his cock through his trousers.
The mere suggestion sent a jolt of electricity through Brad’s body. He was already hard from watching Teodora and Andjela, but now, with her fingertips teasing him so openly, he felt himself straining against the fabric of his pants.
"You... you'd do that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darted back to Andjela, searching for confirmation. Andjela grinned, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on Teodora’s shoulder. “She always delivers,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with anticipation.
“I know you love it when I do this,” Teodora murmured, her voice husky with desire as she pulled his hand down to cup her breast. "And tonight," she added, "I want to ensure you get everything you've been craving."
Brad could only nod, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. He watched with a mixture of awe and excitement as Teodora slowly unbuckled his belt, her touch lingering on his skin like a caress.
Andjela moved closer, watching intently as Teodora knelt before Brad, her eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before dropping to his exposed cock.
“Oh God,” Brad groaned, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks as she took him into her mouth, her lips engulfing him.
His body tensed involuntarily as he felt her tongue swirling around the head of his shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He watched, mesmerized, as Andjela’s hand reached out and stroked his thigh, her fingers dancing lightly against his skin. He was trapped between two beautiful women, both offering him their most intimate pleasures.
Teodora's mouth was like fire on his cock, her tongue working with a practiced skill that sent shivers down his spine. He could hear the soft moans escaping her lips as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, savoring every inch of him. Andjela’s touch intensified, her hand moving lower, pressing against his thigh, making him arch his back instinctively.
"I love watching this," Andjela murmured, her voice husky with desire as she watched Teodora work her magic on Brad.
Brad could only groan in agreement, his whole body trembling with pleasure as he surrendered to the sensations engulfing him. He felt himself growing closer and closer to release, his vision blurring at the edges.
Teodora's hand moved up to stroke his chest, her touch sending another jolt of pleasure through him. She knew exactly how to push his buttons and drive him wild with desire.
"You’re so good," Brad rasped, his voice thick with lust. “I need more.”
Teodora smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't worry, darling," she whispered, "this is just the beginning."
As she continued to tease him, Brad knew this Valentine’s Day would be one he would never forget.
Teodora’s tongue danced around Brad’s shaft, the rhythmic swirl creating a delicious ache that spread through his body. Her touch wasn't just physical but an exploration of desire, a language spoken through taste and sensation.
"Oh God, Teodora," he groaned, the sound thick with pleasure as she drew him deeper into her mouth. "You know exactly what I need."
She pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. “I do,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. “And I love watching you react to it.”
Her gaze flickered towards Andjela, who watched them with amusement and anticipation. Teodora’s expression softened, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
"You know," she said, her voice husky with desire, "I've been thinking about how much fun we could have together."
Brad felt his heart skip a beat. He knew exactly where this was going, and the thought of it sent another wave of pleasure crashing over him.
“Do you think,” Teodora continued, her gaze never leaving Brad’s, “that Brad would like to watch me while Andjela gives me some... attention?”
Brad's breathing hitched. The image that flashed through his mind was both exciting and a little bit terrifying. He couldn't deny the pull he felt towards watching both of them pleasure each other – a kind of twisted, possessive satisfaction that made his cock throb harder against Teodora’s lips.
"I... I don't know," he stammered, unable to tear his eyes from her face. "But... but I think I would."
Teodora’s smile widened as she heard his reply. She knew exactly how to make him feel both desired and a little bit guilty – the perfect cocktail for amplifying his pleasure.
“Good,” she murmured, leaning closer to whisper against his ear. “Because I'm feeling turned on right now. And there are so many ways you can please me.”
She started to suck on him again, her movements growing more insistent, more hungry. "I want to feel your hands all over me," she moaned, her voice a mixture of lust and desire. "And I want you to watch as Andjela...”
Her words trailed off as Andjela stepped closer, reaching to caress Teodora’s cheek. She leaned down, whispering something in her girlfriend's ear that made Teodora’s body shiver.
Brad watched, mesmerized, as the two women interacted with a fierce intimacy he couldn't help but admire. He wanted them both so much. He wanted to be their focus, their pleasure giver, their toy.
"Andjela," Teodora whispered back, her voice thick with desire. You've been watching how well Brad likes it when I...”
She paused, looking up at Brad, her eyes dark and seductive. “And now,” she continued, “I want to feel your touch on me.”
Brad moaned, the sound echoing through the room as he watched them both. He couldn't take his eyes off Teodora’s face; her expression shifted from playful to passionate, and her body writhed against Andjela's gentle caresses.
“Don't worry," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "I'll do anything you want."
Teodora's smile widened as she felt him responding to her words, his cock pulsing harder in her mouth.
“Good,” she murmured, her gaze meeting his for a fleeting moment before returning to Andjela’s waiting lips. “Because I have so many things I want to do to you. And I want you both to see it.”
The tension in the room was palpable, thick with anticipation and lust. Brad knew that this Valentine's Day would be one he would never forget – a night of shared pleasure, forbidden desires, and the intoxicating power of watching his two loves indulge each other.
The air crackled with a newfound confidence as Teodora, emboldened by their shared vulnerability, turned to Andjela with a playful smirk. “Andjela, darling,” she purred, “would you mind taking my place for a little while?”
Andjela’s gaze met Brad’s, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Of course," she replied, her voice husky with anticipation.
As Andjela slid into Teodora's spot beside Brad, his cock thrummed with an eager response to the shift in dynamic. He felt himself hardening further, aware of the anticipation building between them.
Ever the mistress of playful seduction, Teodora leaned into Andjela's ear and whispered something that sent a shiver down both their spines. A mischievous twinkle lit up her eyes as she rose gracefully from her position.
“I’ll be right back,” she murmured before disappearing into the bedroom.
Brad watched with bated breath as Teodora returned, a sleek black cock ring clutched in her hand. The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and promises of pleasure.
Teodora's touch was gentle as she expertly slipped the ring onto Brad's base, drawing his attention to its cool metal against his skin.
"Happy Valentine's," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear before she retreated to watch alongside Andjela.
Andjela wasted no time in taking over. Her hand slid down to caress him, her touch firm but teasing as she lowered her head. Her tongue darted out to explore the sensitive tip, sending waves of pleasure shooting through Brad’s body.
"Brad," Andjela murmured against his cock, her voice a low, husky whisper. "Tell me how I'm making you feel."
Brad groaned, unable to contain the wave of pleasure that washed over him. “Damn,” he breathed out, his eyes squeezing shut as she skillfully maneuvered her tongue around the sensitive head.
“Andjela’s doing amazing,” Teodora added from across the room, her voice laced with a playful undertone. "Tell us everything."
Brad felt himself getting lost in the sensation. Andjela's touch was expert, knowing how to tease and please him. He could feel the ring tightening, amplifying his pleasure, stretching the anticipation into something exquisite.
"It feels... incredible," he managed to stammer, his voice thick with desire. "You’re so good at this."
Andjela chuckled softly against his cock. “Let me know if you need me to slow down,” she murmured, her pace becoming even more rhythmic, more insistent. “I want to feel your pleasure.”
The air was tense as Brad fought against the building pressure within him. He wanted to tell her everything—how good it felt, how much he enjoyed her touch, how close he was to release. But Teodora's playful gaze kept him grounded, reminding him that this was a game they were playing together, an exploration of desire and pleasure in all its forms.
Brad was writhing beneath Andjela’s touch, his body a symphony of tension and pleasure. Her deep, relentless suck on his cock had him gasping for air, his hips bucking instinctively against her face. He felt the head of his dick pulsing against her lips, begging for release.
Teodora watched from the side, her gaze never leaving Brad's face. A pang of jealousy shot through her as she saw how wholly engrossed he was in Andjela’s ministrations. It was a feeling both exciting and unnerving, a testament to the depth of her desire for him.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Teodora moved closer to Brad, her hand reaching out to cup his throbbing nipple. She kneaded it gently, sending shivers down his spine.
"Oh God," he groaned, his eyes flickering towards her, "You're making this even worse."
Teodora smirked, her touch turning from gentle to insistent as she pinched his sensitive skin, drawing a hiss of pleasure from him. "I like that," she whispered against his ear, her voice husky with desire.
"It's so hot seeing Andjela take you like this," she murmured, her breath warm on his skin. "Are you going to cum in her face?"
Brad’s head bobbed up and down in a silent affirmation. He was so close, the pressure building within him unbearable.
Teodora leaned back slightly, meeting Andjela's gaze across Brad’s body. "Ready?” she asked softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Her fingers danced towards the cock ring at the base of his erection, preparing to release the tension it held.
"I think he is," Andjela replied, her voice a low murmur against Brad's skin as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Brad’s whole body shuddered, his cries growing louder, “Yes! Oh God, yes!” His hips thrashed uncontrollably, desperate to release the pressure building within him. He could feel himself on the verge of eruption, Andjela’s skillful movements pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Teodora’s touch on the ring was deliberate, slow, relishing in the anticipation it created. Brad’s cries reached a fever pitch as she finally slid the ring off his swollen cock.
"Let go," Teodora whispered, her voice a sultry command as she watched him writhe in ecstasy.
Andjela felt his release surge through her throat, tasting the sweet nectar of his pleasure. She held on tight, savoring the moment, feeling Brad's body shudder against hers. The air hung heavy with the scent of arousal and desire.
"Happy Valentine's," Teodora breathed out, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she watched Andjela take care of everything else.
