“I’ve been dying for this back rub all week.” Ron chuckled to himself as he turned off the light and made his way to the bed in the inky darkness; his clothes marked the trail he walked. He leaned forward; her knees pinned beneath his chest and her ankles against his shoulders. XXX The sound went straight from his ears to his groin, which began to churn with excitement. “Not,” he rumbled into her neck, “if you want me work out your stress.” He gripped her shoulder muscles and squeezed them, then pushed his thumbs up from below her shoulder blades in a deliberate and forceful arc. Her cries became fevered and louder, her screams rending the air around them and driving Ron to push for even more. She moaned again into his penis and raised her hips, giving him greater access.
