<div class="floatleft">(https://aestheticmuscleclub.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/tim-gabel-4-17.jpg)</div>Imre closed his eyes with a soft sigh as he reveled in the sensations of pleasure that rushed up his length like electricity. He hadn't had many women willing to brave the 'massive brute' that was his swollen member. She was neither the best nor the worst, nor was she even the one who took the most, but for some reason or another, she was the most seductive by far.<br/><br/>The gentle, but firm touch of her hands and the wet warmth from her mouth were doing a number on him as his lower body almost felt like it was going numb, but not quite. He wished he could grab her breasts as he watched them sway and bounce, drawing his eyes like a hypnotist's pendulum, but with one hand propping him up and the other holding her hair, it wasn't happening. He'd either have to let go of her hair and lose sight of what she was doing, or sit up enough so he wouldn't have to prop himself up. With her staring up to him he didn't want to do the first, but the second would throw her off her rhythm and make it awkward to continue. So, he contented himself with the view and the sensations, knowing he'd get to touch them sooner or later.<br/><br/>As her eyes caught his, he held them unwavering, he loved seeing the blush cross her face. He especially liked it because the freckles produced a nice contrast to bothe the flush and her pale skin. He smiled down to her before speaking. "Let me know when you're ready for me to return the favor. I want to let you feel what I'm feeling now."