>>9736488I Glove Kronii!
>Saturday, sunrise. Your eyes widen when you realize you're still in bed.>You should've been gone long before morning. Alarm clock sabotage, you're sure of it.>Vault out of bed, you could still make it to the door.>"Anon?" her voice rings out from behind you. Too late.>"Good morning to you too, Anon. You almost left without your coffee.">You don't dare turn around as she approaches. A warm mug nudges your hand.>Slowly lift it to your lips, not one sip but you're already jittery.>Without warning she embraces your torso. You feel her breath on your neck, smells like a distillery.>Nothing good ever comes from Saturday mornings.>"Is it good?" she asks, her face buried in your back. You haven't tasted a drop.>Nothing but silence as the hem of your shirt lifts from your abdomen.>You sense her hands slither underneath, resting on your obliques.>But you don't feel her dainty, smooth palms on your skin.>It's soft, slippery, sultry...satin.>Kronii's got her gloves on...but Kronii never leaves her gloves on after work.>Why would she...does she know?>Your mind races as her gloved hands glide over your abs. Her satin fingers trace every peak and valley.>You're unmoving as one hand rolls your shirt up, exposing your nipples to a gloved onslaught.>Swear you can feel slight kisses on your nape, but it's impossible to know with the sensations rippling from your chest.>Her other hand moves over your boxers, resting on your crotch. You're half risen already.>Her index finger teases it to full mast. Your manhood strains against the fabric.>You're going crazy, the boxers are staining with precum. If only she would->As if reading your mind (she can't do that... can she?), she lays her palm flat over your member.>Her fingers pry apart your fly, exposing your hot shaft to the cool air.>She pauses for just a moment, watching the steam escape from your groin.>She takes in the sounds of your raspy breath, feels your heart pounding from your chest.>Hopefully she didn't hear you gulp just now.>Your grit your teeth as you feel her glove begin to rub your shaft.>It starts methodically. The soft fabric creates an addicting, indescribable friction.>Your head is still trapped in the boxers. Precum seeps into the cloth.>As soon as you're familiar with one sensation she switches techniques. Soon it's a full stroke, satin running roughshod over the shaft.>The gloves have taken full control now, they guide you to the inevitable climax.>"You didn't answer my question, Anon." You don't dare break, not when you're so close.>Her stroking hits its crescendo, she knows you're seconds from cumming.>"Hey," she coos, "let me know on the next one, will you?" You can barely understand her.>Just as you spill over the edge, your world cuts to black...>Saturday, sunrise. Your eyes widen when you realize you're still in bed.>You turn to see Kronii sitting by your feet.>"...g-good morning," you stammer. "And a good morning to you," she replies.>You try to move only to find your arms restrained.>"You almost forgot your coffee...and an answer to my question, Anon.">All over again...nothing good ever comes from Saturday mornings.Hoping to get a pt 2 out soon.
