Master_of_Pleasure

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Aaron - Master of Pleasure
Discreet. Experienced. Focused entirely on your release.
Nervous girls welcome.
No expectations. No pressure. Only what you want.
But when you say yes, I don’t hold back.
Safe sex only

Arrival
When you arrive, everything’s ready for you. Soft lighting, a private space, no pressure. I’ll take your coat, offer you a drink, and let you breathe it in for a moment. There’s a shower and toilet for you to freshen up if you want it, no rush. A fresh bottle of water is always within reach—before, during, and after. You can relax, knowing you’re in safe hands.

Appetiser
It starts the moment I lay my hands on you. You stretch out on the bed, your body already aching for more. My fingertips barely touching your skin, dragging slow lines along your thighs, your stomach, across your nipples. I watch your chest rise, your breathing deepening. I don’t need to ask, I’ll know when you’re ready.

I kiss you slowly, deeply. My lips press to the side of your neck, then lower, teeth grazing your collarbone before my tongue flicks your nipple. I suck it into my mouth, teasing until you’re already arching toward me, craving more of the heat between us.

My hands smooth warm massage oil over your skin. Long, deep strokes, sliding over every inch of you, kneading your thighs apart, thumbs pressing into that spot just inside your hip bone that makes you gasp. If you want, I’ll use the massage-gun to drive deep pulses through your muscles, watching you melt under me, knowing exactly where this is heading.

When you’re loose, pliant, dripping for me, I tie the blindfold over your eyes. If you say yes, I’ll take it further, restraining your wrists and ankles to the bed. You’ll feel your body spread wide, completely open, knowing there’s nothing you need to do but take.

Main Course
I move you to the sex sofa, positioning your body just how I want it, legs high and wide, held firmly by the straps, cunt exposed, swollen, glistening. I kneel between your thighs and devour you like I’ve been starving for you. My tongue slides through your folds, slow and thick, before I suck your clit deep into my mouth and roll it between my lips. You try to move, but you’re held tight. Nowhere to go. You take what I give you, and I give you everything.

When your body starts to shake, I pull back just long enough to slide a glass dildo inside you, warm and slick with lube. I fuck you slow at first, watching your cunt stretch, gripping tight around it, then harder, faster, until the sound of it fills the room alongside your moans.

You don’t get a break. The pussy pump seals over you, sucking, drawing blood to every nerve-ending until your clit is throbbing, desperate for more. I swap the pump for the clit sucker, turning up the suction as I press kisses to your inner thighs, teeth dragging, lips wet. Your hips jerk, helpless, needy.

I slide in the egg vibrator, deep inside you, its pulse steady and relentless. Then the vibrating butt plug, if you’re ready. You’re stuffed full, every hole filled, and I’m not even close to finished.

The electro stim pads come next. I smooth them onto your skin, across your clit, and turn them on low. It starts as a tingle… then grows, teasing you with every pulse, sending your body twitching in all the right ways. I control everything, every speed, every sensation, and you don’t have to do a thing but let go.

Dessert – Ruin. Wreck. Repeat.
I flip you over on the sofa, bending you forward so your arse is high, your legs spread wide. I slick your arsehole with lube, working in the smallest plug first, then the next size up, taking my time as I stretch you perfectly. When you’re begging for more, I press against you, thick and hot, sliding inside until you’re gasping, full, unable to think.

Or you can take the fucking machine. I fit it with the dildo you choose, thick, long, curved just right, and I set the speed slow. At first. You moan as it drives into you, your hands gripping the sofa, your body helpless under the relentless rhythm. I adjust the angle while I hold your hair in one hand, whispering filth into your ear while the machine fucks you raw.

When you’re dripping, overstimulated, begging me to stop (and begging me not to) I bring out the mains powered wand vibrator. You’ve never felt anything like it. The deep, rumbling vibration crushes through your clit, dragging another orgasm out of you whether you’re ready or not. You scream, your legs shaking, your body wracked with release… but I don’t stop. You beg me, breathless, tears in your eyes, to let you come again. And again.

Your nipples are swollen, sensitive. I clamp them with suckers, or the vibrating ones if you’re feeling greedy, keeping them tugged and teased as I pound into you. I grip your hips, pinning you in place as I watch you fall apart.

If you want it, I lick your armpits, tasting your skin while my fingers work your clit. Or I suck your toes, slow and dirty, showing you I’ll worship every inch of you if it makes you moan. Nothing’s off limits if you want it.

I gag you if you want it. Blindfold you if you need it. Restrain you if you’re ready. But it’s all your choice. Always. I’m here for your pleasure. For as long, and as often, as you can take it.

And when you’re wrecked, fucked out, trembling and soaked, I gather you up, stroking your skin as I kiss your temple, your shoulders, your back. Whispering in your ear how fucking gorgeous you are when you come apart for me. I take care of you. Every time.

Facilities
The space is warm, private, and waiting just for you. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow over everything, low enough to soothe, but bright enough for you to watch if you want to. From the moment you step inside, you’ll feel it: no pressure, no expectations. Just a quiet, confident energy that lets you relax and settle into the moment.

If you’d like, there’s a private shower, fresh towels, toiletries, all ready. Take your time. Let the water slide over your skin, warm and unhurried. Wash away the day, or simply prepare yourself for what’s to come. Afterwards, it’s there for you again… to freshen up, to recompose yourself, or to savour those moments when you’re still tingling and breathless, needing a moment before you slip back into the world outside.

When you’re ready to be taken to your limit, and beyond.
Discretion is absolute. Your pleasure, your pace.