"Mmm… you're tense," she murmured, her voice low and intimate. "I love it when I can feel the muscles relax under my hands. Makes me feel… powerful." Her fingers slid lower along his spine, gliding over the small of his back, tracing every line, every curve. Oliver shivered, letting out a soft, helpless groan.

"Serena… that feels… good…" he whispered, eyes half-closed.

"You like it?" she teased, tilting her head so her dark hair brushed his shoulders. "Oh, I think you like it a lot more than you're admitting." She pressed down just enough to make him arch slightly under her, her fingers moving with deliberate slowness. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

Her hands moved over the width of his back, gliding from shoulder to shoulder, kneading slowly, teasing over the tense muscles. Then she shifted slightly, letting the soft curves of her hips press against his sides. Oliver's breath hitched, a low moan escaping, and she smiled knowingly.

"I see you're already responding," she murmured, leaning closer. "Good. I like it when you can't help yourself." Her hands returned to his shoulders, pressing, sliding, kneading, while her body rolled lightly over him, letting the warmth of her chest and the subtle weight of her torso press in just the right way.

Oliver groaned again, chest rising and falling quickly. "Ah… Serena… yes… that… mmm…"

"Shh… just feel me," she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Let every touch sink in… every pressure… every glide… feel me taking care of you." She let her hands drift over his ribs and waist, gliding lower along the curves of his sides, letting the slick warmth of the oil heighten every sensation.

He felt her press down slightly, letting the soft weight of her ass brush lightly against the small of his back. The touch was deliberate, teasing, slow, and it sent shivers down his spine. Oliver's fingers twitched in the sheets, the warmth of her body and the slick oil making his skin hyper-aware, every nerve alive with the sensation.

"You feel that?" Serena murmured, letting her hands circle along the muscles of his waist, gliding over his back again. "You are giving quite the amusing reactions."

Oliver's low groans became more urgent, more desperate, even as he tried to stay still. "Mmm… Serena… so… good…"

She chuckled softly, leaning her chest lightly against his back, letting the oil-slicked skin of her body glide over him. Her hands returned to his shoulders, sliding down his arms, along the sides of his torso, gliding over every curve and muscle. Her warmth pressed into him, rolling slightly with the subtle sway of her hips, letting him feel her presence fully.

Serena leaned fully onto Oliver's back, letting the full weight of her body press against him. The warm slick of oil on both their skin made every touch glide and slide with perfect fluidity. Her breasts rested heavily on his back, soft, full, and impossibly round, nipples hardening slightly under the slick sheen of oil. Oliver's dick twitched in his underpants at the direct contact, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Mm… feeling that, Oliver?" Serena purred, letting her hands wander down the sides of his torso, kneading his abs and chest with deliberate, teasing pressure. "You're so tense… I love how responsive you are."

"Yes… oh… Serena… fuck…" Oliver groaned, his hips shifting slightly against the bed instinctively. His hands gripped the sheets, trembling at the delicious heat spreading from his lower stomach upward.

With a wicked grin, Serena slid down slightly, letting her tits brush fully against his back as she leaned forward. Her hands moved with practiced precision, pressing, kneading, tracing the contours of his chest and abs. Then, with a slow, teasing motion, she cupped one breast, letting the slick oil coat her hand and glide over his back.

Oliver arched, letting out a sharp moan. "Ah… yes… tits… oh fuck… that feels… amazing…"

"Good boy," Serena murmured, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You're going to enjoy this so much… and I haven't even started properly yet." She shifted again, straddling his waist so her thighs rested on either side of his hips. The smooth swell of her ass pressed down against his lower back, her panties clinging tightly to her curves, the faint line of hair above them visible.

Her hands returned to his chest, gliding over his nipples and abs, before sliding down toward the waistband of his underpants. With a teasing flick, her fingers slipped inside, grasping his hard dick through the thin fabric, slick with oil. Oliver's back arched, and a strangled moan escaped him as she began to stroke him, slow and deliberate at first, letting him adjust to the sensation.

"Mmm… you like that, don't you?" she whispered, leaning forward so her tits pressed against his back again, the warm weight of her breasts sending shivers through him. "Your dick is so hard already… I love how needy you are for me."

"Ohhhhmmmmm" he moaned, hips jerking slightly as her hands stroked him in rhythm with the movements of her own body. Every glide of her fingers, every press of her tits against his back, made him hotter, desperate for more.

Serena leaned down, letting the slick oil coat both her hands and his dick thoroughly. She cupped her breasts, letting the slick glide over his back as she moved in slow, teasing circles. Her lips brushed the shell of his ear again. "You feel so good under me… all this oil, my tits on your back… you're mine to tease tonight."

Oliver groaned loudly, his head tilting to the side to catch a glimpse of her. She was completely naked now except for her panties, curves shining in the warm light, her tits glistening with oil. The way her body pressed against him, the way her hands moved expertly over him, drove him wild.

"Ah… fuck… yes… tits… oh god…" he moaned, fingers clawing the sheets as her hands worked deftly, moving up and down, cupping, squeezing, stroking with relentless erotic precision.

Serena giggled softly, letting one hand glide up his chest, fingers tracing over his abs, before returning to tease the base of his dick. Her other hand kneaded one of her own tits, letting the slick oil smear over his back as her body pressed against him. "Mmm… you like that, don't you? Feeling my tits and my hands all over you… you're so responsive…"

"Yes… oh… please… more…" Oliver gasped, his hips jerking as she stroked him harder, faster, the slickness amplifying every sensation. His dick pulsed in her hand, heat pooling in his stomach, moans spilling freely.

Serena leaned forward slightly, letting her chest press directly against his back, breasts rolling slightly against his skin as she continued. Her fingers teased the tip of his dick, slick and deliberate, while her other hand cupped a breast, pressing it down to glide over him. "Mmm… you're going to cum so hard for me… just from my tits and my hands…"

Oliver's breath came in ragged gasps, every nerve on fire, his back arching, chest heaving. "Mhhmmmm… oh god…"

She leaned down to whisper in his ear again, lips brushing softly. "Shh… don't fight it… let go… you're mine tonight…" Her hands moved faster now, teasing and stroking, pressing her tits harder into his back, letting the oil and friction send him closer and closer to the edge.

Oliver lay back on the bed, his chest rising and falling, slick with oil, completely naked. His dick stood rigid, glistening with a mix of oil and the remnants of his earlier release. His eyes tracked Serena as she grinned mischievously, stepping closer, her curves accentuated in the soft light.

"Turn around for me," she purred, her hands brushing over his chest as she guided him onto his back. His hard dick twitched at the touch, anticipation pooling in his stomach.

Serena straddled him, settling low so that his dick was clamped firmly between her ass cheeks. Oliver felt the slick heat of her wetness through the thin fabric of her panties, a teasing friction that made him gasp and shiver. Her full breasts pressed forward slightly, brushing against his chest, nipples taut and glistening from the oil.

"Do you feel that?" she murmured, leaning forward, pressing her tits lightly against his chest. Her full breasts glistened with oil, nipples taut, and the warm weight of her body pressed him into the mattress. "This is all for you, Oliver. Every inch of me."

Oliver shivered, his hips twitching involuntarily. "Ah… fuck… Serena… it… it feels incredible…"

Serena smirked, leaning closer, letting her long hair brush across his face. "Just incredible? Oh no… I want to hear exactly how much you're enjoying it. Tell me, feel it, moan it for me."

Oliver let out a long, drawn-out groan. "Mmm… oh… your ass… feels so… so good… slick… hot… perfect…"

"Mm, that's more like it," Serena purred, rocking her hips slowly, grinding against his dick. "My panties are soaked… can you feel how wet I am for you?" She leaned down, pressing her chest more firmly against his chest, the soft weight of her tits sliding slightly across his skin with every motion.

"Yes… oh… oh god…" Oliver gasped, gripping the sheets as pleasure rolled through him in waves.

Serena grinned, letting her hands glide down his chest to his abs, rolling over each line of muscle as she shifted her hips in a slow, teasing rhythm. "You like being trapped like this… my dick pressed right between my ass cheeks… and you can't do a thing about it, huh?" She leaned forward, lips brushing his ear. "Mmm… you're completely at my mercy, Oliver...."

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