Peter’s Grand Return: From Vegas Lights to Hometown Nights! [Hypno Erotic]

Upon his return from Las Vegas, Peter bore the weight of the city’s lights and sounds in his demeanor.

And that had to be purged from his awareness. Erased. Lost to oblivion.

Peter lay motionless on the bed, his gaze fixed on the window, rendered immobile. Her words, once again, held a powerful influence over him, leaving him only with the ability to flutter his eyelids. Mentally stimulated but physically numb, he noticed her silhouette looming over him.

She peered into his eyes, her voice dripping with intent, “You performed admirably in Las Vegas. Now, Peter, it’s time for you to get hard for me.”

For you to feel that strong surge of intensity and recall those youthful memories. You know exactly which ones I’m referring to. The memories that make every inch of your skin incredibly sensitive, to the point where even a gentle gust feels like a whirlwind brushing against you.

She leaned in, her chest gently shifting within her snug white bra, revealing a hint of her nipple. As she neared, she exhaled a hot breath onto the tip of his penis.

Another whisper of breath from her, and he couldn’t hold back a sigh of pleasure. The sensation rippled from his head down to his feet. She cherished every inch of him.

Her fingers traced delicate patterns on his thighs, and as she leaned in closer, she tenderly ran her tongue down a long line sampling his salty skin. The sensation was unexpected, like an unanticipated variable in a string of well-understood code.

As she licked him again, his analytical mind began to dissect the sensation, comparing it to familiar feelings.

The moist warmth of her tongue contrasted with the cooler air around him, producing an electrifying contrast.

“Peter, surrender to these words. Let each lick draw you deeper into a world of sensation. Cast aside every thought, every worry, and simply be present. Feel the depth, let it devour you.”

Think of your awareness as a song fading out, the lyrics and notes dissolving, leaving behind only the pure, unadulterated feeling of the melody.

She raised her skirt, revealing her waxed wet cunt. Smooth and unencumbered, she was poised and confident in taking what she wanted.

Peter exhaled deeply and shut his eyes, understanding that his role was simply to remain silent.