20-06-2025, 07:00 PM
Beginning of the final Pose
She reached forward, took his wrists, and drew him in.
He lowered himself slowly, back resting against her front, her thighs folded to cradle his sides.
Her legs wrapped loosely around him now—supporting, not restraining.
His head rested below her collarbone, his arms dbangd over hers as they sat nearly reclined.
He could feel her breasts pressing his back from her sports bar. Making him not able to focus on anything else
The bolster rose beneath his shoulder blades, arching his chest upward.
He felt it immediately—the opening.
But more than that, the pressure of her full body behind him, enveloping him completely.
“This is the pose,” she whispered. “Stay here.”
Her voice was at his ear now. Close.
Close enough that he could feel the shape of her breath, the tiny tremble beneath her calm.
His hands tensed slightly on her knees.
Her palms settled flat against his chest—above his heart.
Her fingers spread, tracing slowly with each inhale.
Not teasing anymore. Claiming.
He was laid open before her now—ribs lifted, neck bared, limbs relaxed—but his core? It was aflame.
“I can feel everything,” she murmured.
He exhaled, shuddering. “I know.”
One of her hands slid upward, fingers pressing lightly into his clavicle.
The other moved lower, smoothing gently over the flat of his stomach, then resting just above his waistband.
She paused there.
She reached forward, took his wrists, and drew him in.
He lowered himself slowly, back resting against her front, her thighs folded to cradle his sides.
Her legs wrapped loosely around him now—supporting, not restraining.
His head rested below her collarbone, his arms dbangd over hers as they sat nearly reclined.
He could feel her breasts pressing his back from her sports bar. Making him not able to focus on anything else
The bolster rose beneath his shoulder blades, arching his chest upward.
He felt it immediately—the opening.
But more than that, the pressure of her full body behind him, enveloping him completely.
“This is the pose,” she whispered. “Stay here.”
Her voice was at his ear now. Close.
Close enough that he could feel the shape of her breath, the tiny tremble beneath her calm.
His hands tensed slightly on her knees.
Her palms settled flat against his chest—above his heart.
Her fingers spread, tracing slowly with each inhale.
Not teasing anymore. Claiming.
He was laid open before her now—ribs lifted, neck bared, limbs relaxed—but his core? It was aflame.
“I can feel everything,” she murmured.
He exhaled, shuddering. “I know.”
One of her hands slid upward, fingers pressing lightly into his clavicle.
The other moved lower, smoothing gently over the flat of his stomach, then resting just above his waistband.
She paused there.
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