Chapter 195 Massage Effects (2/2)

When she finally felt his hands directly on her breasts, she nearly purred in satisfaction. She didn't stop the moans that came out of her mouth as he kneaded them, massaged them and gave them all the attention that she had been craving for.

She reached out and grabbed his head, forcing it onto her breasts and he didn't resist as he paid special attention to one nipple with his mouth and tongue while his fingers were making sure the other pair wasn't left alone.

Samantha was in 7th heaven.

Never had she experienced such intensity of feelings that she was feeling right now. Despite the numerous sex partners she had, this was the first time that she was feeling this way. When his mouth left her breast, she whimpered a bit until she felt that he was simply switching sides.

Her moans were getting louder and the men outside were trying very hard to block out the sounds. A noticeable part of their body was rising, straining in their pants as all sorts of thoughts entered their minds.

Samantha was so turned on that all she wanted was for this boy to get up and shove himself into her. She was so wet that she felt as if a puddle was already created underneath her.

Yet, to her dismay, he seemed completely unaffected.

After spending a bit of time on her breasts, he continued putting on the lotion on her body.

'What-the-fuck' Samantha screamed in her mind.

She looked at him in disbelief as he continued spreading the lotion on her body. His hands were being so evil, too.

As it went down her stomach and to her pubic region, she was waiting. Waiting in excitement. She felt as if her cave wasn't just dripping wet, it was pulsing with heat. Wanting him to touch her there. Kiss her there. Anything, just don't leave it alone!

Yet, his hands would just go near but never touch.

From her stomach, he now concentrated on her legs. Just having those hands there almost made her lose it. When his fingers were gently on her inner thigh, she had to bite her inner cheeks to stop herself from grabbing him.

She kept telling herself that she was in control. In control.

His fingers were gently massaging from the top to the bottom, his fingertips just .. oh, so barely grazed near the entrance ... yet not touching. Her breathing was getting harder and harder, the moans kept coming even though he wasn't doing anything other than massaging her legs.

He did one leg, then the other, from the thigh all the way to the toes.

She felt his hands at the soles of her feet and despite being a ticklish person, it was not ticklish. In fact, she felt weirder as his thumb pressed along the sides of her foot. One foot. The other foot. The toes were massaged and gently pulled.

By now, she was more than ready to be fucked hard but her pride kept her from demanding it from him.

Just as he did the last toe, she thought that was the last of it. She was wrong.

His hands then started massaging upwards again, from her ankle, slowly ... up ... her inner thigh ... she spread her legs wider, letting him better access. Yet, he still didn't touch her there at all. It was all over and around.

Soft, gentle administrations just with his fingertips.

At the very last second when she was going to lose it, she felt his hand on the thin cloth that barely covered her most private part. His thumb touched her clitoris while another finger right at her sopping, wet cave.

Despite the fact that there was a piece of cloth between his fingers and her, the sudden and highly anticipated touch made her reach her climax. His devlish fingers started moving as well, rubbing along the entire length of her cave and it only served to cause her to climax again.

Samantha felt wave after wave hit her as she climaxed continuously for his fingers never stopped, and she convulsed, twisting her body left and right at the pure, strong sensations that racked her entire body.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the last wave ended.

Samantha lay there, panting. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw a very calm boy standing next to her, waiting.

”I believe I've kept my side of the bargain,” he said.

Samantha couldn't believe it as her gaze landed at his crotch. There was no tent.

She reached over and touched it, confirming that it wasn't hard. She began squeezing it, just to make sure that there was a p*nis there and not that this man had been castrated or something.

”Please, I still need that,” Kyle was saying as he took her hand away, ”Trust me, it's in working order.”