#Sports Massage Bray

[prohealth365]

Rejuvenate Your Body with Sports Massage Bray

Introduction

In the fast-paced world of sports and physical fitness, athletes and fitness enthusiasts constantly push their bodies to new limits. However, such strenuous activities can often lead to muscle fatigue, soreness, and injuries. To address these concerns and promote faster recovery, sports massage Bray at ProHealth365.ie offers a holistic solution. Let's delve into sports massage and discover how it can benefit you.

What is Sports Massage?

A specific type of massage therapy, "sports massage," targets athletes and individuals engaged in rigorous physical activities. Unlike traditional relaxation massages, this technique focuses on improving athletic performance, preventing injuries, and aiding post-exercise recovery. Through deep tissue massage, stretching, and pressure point techniques, sports massage wicklow helps alleviate muscle tension, reduces inflammation, and enhances flexibility.

The Importance of Sports Massage Bray

For athletes in Bray, Ireland, and beyond, sports massage is crucial in maintaining peak physical condition. ProHealth365.ie, a leading wellness center, offers tailored sports massage sessions to address individual needs. Whether you're a professional athlete or a fitness enthusiast, incorporating sports massage into your routine can yield numerous benefits.

Ø Enhanced Circulation and Muscle Flexibility

Sports massage stimulates blood flow, which allows oxygen and nutrients to reach the muscles more efficiently. This increased circulation helps remove metabolic waste products, reducing muscle soreness and improving overall flexibility.

Ø Injury Prevention and Rehabilitation

A skilled sports massage therapist at prohealth365.ie can identify areas of tension or weakness by targeting specific muscle groups. Regular massage sessions can aid in preventing injuries by addressing these problem areas and promoting better muscle balance.

Ø Faster Recovery

After intense workouts or competitions, muscles often become weary and tight. Sports massage assists in speeding up the recovery process by loosening tight muscles and reducing post-exercise

soreness, allowing athletes to return to their training routine more quickly.

Ø Stress Reduction

Participating in sports and physical activity can result in increased stress levels. Sports massage not only benefits the body but also calms the mind. The relaxing nature of the massage helps reduce and increases feelings of well-being and releases stress chemicals.

Conclusion

Incorporating sports massage Bray into your wellness regimen can be a game-changer, enabling you to perform at your best and stay in top shape. With Prohealth365.ie's expert sports massage therapists, athletes and fitness enthusiasts can experience the many advantages of this specialized form of massage therapy. The benefits of sports massage are undeniable, from improved circulation and flexibility to injury prevention and stress reduction.

Visit prohealth365.ie today to explore their sports massage services and take a step toward enhancing your athletic performance and overall well-being. Trust the professionals at ProHealth365.ie to provide you with the care and expertise your body deserves. Embrace the power of sports massage to keep your body in peak condition, so you can continue pursuing your athletic goals with passion and vitality.

Blog Source URL:

[theellenflynn-blog]

If you are looking for Best Physiotherapy Service in Bray then your search is over with Cualann Clinic. They specialise in the diagnosis, rehabilitation & treatment of musculoskeletal injury. They have years of practice which help us to diagnose and healing injury. They are available in Bray and its surrounding places. For more detail visit them.

[peppermintquartz]

Send me a ship: Ballins

who hogs the duvet: Finn who burritos himself and Seth has to practically maul him to get the duvet back. That’s because Finn sleeps in the nude and sometime around 4am he gets really cold, but he’s too comfy in bed to get dressed.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: they both text each other little messages or (with Finn) a random emoji; the messages are all very mundane stuff (Seth is wary now) but in the boring normalcy they find a kind of contentment

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Finn likes giving things, and Seth likes giving experiences. But Finn has yet to top the time Seth gave him a tiny pebble from Bray, when they both went hiking; Seth has it engraved with their initials. Finn keeps it safe and takes it with him everywhere

who gets up first in the morning: they have the same alarm so they wake up at the same time. But Finn prefers to sleep in when he can.

who suggests new things in bed: most people think Seth is the adventurous one, but Finn has lived years in Japan and he knows where to get the kinkiest stuff

who cries at movies: depending on the movie, but neither are afraid to cry. Both bawled at the start of Up

who gives unprompted massages: Seth, especially when Finn shows any discomfort around the shoulders. He still feels guilty about it.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Finn is the worst mother hen in the world because he won’t even nag, he’d just do everything in silence, waiting and watching and feeding and caring and cleaning, until he collapses into sleep right by the bed, and then Seth feels like shit for getting sick in the first place 

who gets jealous easiest: Seth does, though he tries not to. Finn is popular with everyone, moreso than Seth, and it’s hard not to take it a little personally when Karl kisses Finn’s cheek with brotherly affection or when Ricochet comes by to chat about a new sequence of moves or when one of the girls pop over to ask if a PE&K beanie is in stock. Seth very nearly lost it once when an overenthusiastic fan tried to kiss Finn, but the Irishman dealt with the scene quickly.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: They both claim the other has the worst taste in music, but they also alternate playlists when they’re driving, so really, they love each other’s terrible musical preferences.

who collects something unusual: they are both too used to living out of a suitcase to be a collector, but Finn has a habit of doodling on a scrap piece of paper when they sit down to eat, and Seth usually keeps the drawing for a week or so, as if it’s some kind of talisman.

who takes the longest to get ready: Seth and his goddamn hair will be the death of Finn one day, and not in a sexy way, because Seth will complain about tangles and tying it up and then he’ll tie it a second time and a third time and debate leaving it down and eventually Finn just gets fed up and sits Seth down to sort the damn hair out.

who is the most tidy and organised: Finn. He learns to knoll through Lego sets (go google it, it’s very satisfying)

who gets most excited about the holidays: Finn, because he gets to see his family, and if he can get time off before or after, he flies straight home, sometimes with Seth, sometimes without. But they call or text each other if they aren’t traveling together

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Seth is little spoon. Finn is big spoon. Unless Finn’s been using the Demon, in which case they swap.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Seth. Have you seen him in the UUDD games? Terribly competitive and, if among friends, he will cheat if he thinks he can get away with it

who starts the most arguments: they don’t really fight, because most of their aggression is worked out in the ring, but they do bicker over stuff like not putting on the cap of the toothpaste, who forgot to top up the gas, stuff like that. Their worst argument was about Dean but they worked it out in the end

who suggests that they buy a pet: Seth, because he’s always had a dog or a cat. Finn is less into the whole ‘pet ownership’ thing

what couple traditions they have: They always say ‘I love you’ when they end phone calls, and at the start of the show (if they’re on the same show) they make sure to grasp hands, just a squeeze of fingers

what tv shows they watch together: whatever is on and isn’t too dull. Sometimes they leave the TV on while they make out. Game of Thrones is Seth’s time though, and Finn becomes a snack and beverage delivery system

what other couple they hang out with: Joe and Mustafa, Bayley and Sasha, whomever they find in catering... Finn is popular and everyone wants to hang out with him.

how they spend time together as a couple: working out, exploring new places, working out, practicing moves, working out, discussing the business, making out, having sex, working out, Lego

who made the first move: Finn, after Seth apologized for the umpteenth time for the stupid shoulder thing and the Irishman was fed up with it. Just grabbed Seth by the back of his neck and planted a big, wet one. Hunter only sighed and told them to take it somewhere private after the show was done for the night.

who brings flowers home: They both do. Seth buys them when he thinks Finn needs cheering up. Finn picks them when he goes out hiking.

who is the best cook: the only thing Finn can reliably cook is ramen with egg. Seth is competent enough not to burn down the kitchen. Neither are good cooks.

[itsicantbelievethis666]

A Cunning Woman and a Demon - Chapter 4

1519 words  This was a difficult chapter to write as a) I was...distracted by recent events and b) the words were not coming as freely as I would have liked. Exposition can be useful in some contexts but, with a reasonably well-established mythos, it wasn’t really necessary. Warnings: depictions of nudity with some elements of dub-con and BDSM, but within the context of someone finishing a task that was begun. 

Once again, thanks to the following as well as anyone I may have missed (please raise your hands and let me know.) @new-zealand-chic​ @deepdisireslonging @trent7thirsting​ @xprincessofthefallenangels @demonkingsangel @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @writinglionqueen @superrezzy00 @kallirevenne @neversatisfiedgirlfics @neversatisfiedgirl @sjwrites22 @theworldofotps @tacoshuimagines @writing-reigns @baratomaya @devittsslut @the-carter-mob-don @evilangel84 @demonqueen29 @blissedoutbalor @thebalorwithin

Chapter 4 – The Shadow

The air rushes subtly over me as I float in darkness and silence. I’m partially bent, as though I was back in Bray’s prison. That pain is absent, however, and I feel no force in the bending. I’m swaying to and fro with the breeze until, suddenly, all stops. I fall, but slowly, onto something soft; I straighten as I land. There’s a pressure on my forehead for a moment, then another, briefer and smaller, before I am still once again.

Before my eyes, a jumble of snapshots and cut-scenes appears – photos of me as a child, with the family I knew before I came to this place; fractured memories of being punished for real or perceived sins, tinged with shame and a sense of unfairness. A long sequence followed of quieter torments, of existential terrors sharpened by near-constant rejection. I remember trying to decide if I could sit out the threat or whether I’d be better off racing the rest of the world into the grave. The memory shifts to how I would cope; by giving myself over to being as “good” as I could be - excelling at school, throwing myself headlong into sports and clubs and hobbies and just trying to keep my head down – and to solitude.

The jumble returns, and sounds join in: muffled, hushed. I try to add a couple pennies’ worth to the mix but I can’t form actual words. Why is it getting so cold all of a sudden? There’s a flurry of movement around me, then pressure under me as I begin again to float, again with the bending. I’m aching all over and I don’t know why. I try to protest, but the words won’t come. The jumble suddenly stops.

Before my eyes is the clearing - but empty, utterly devoid of the life I made here. It’s nighttime. The stars are pinpricks in the black sky. A soft glow comes from the brook and brightens further upstream to the base of the smaller waterfall that feeds the one pouring off the plateau. In an earlier time, I would wash here in warmer weather, the coolness bracing me as the dawn broke and the ritual had not yet become a chore, then a terror, as Wyatt seeped slowly into this world. The water now feels like ice, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt so free.

The robe and dress come away far too easily and I step into the flow with neither shame nor fear – only sadness as the remnants of Wyatt’s curse of imprisonment make themselves known. As the water drenches me, I run my hands over the scar tissue. Under my hands, it feels like thick, wrinkled leather. The sensation is one way – neither my breasts nor my loins can receive the signals my touch or the water is sending them.

The soap and cloth can do nothing to loosen the casing; the scrub brush is as wont to take my own flesh away with the scarring – if there’s anything left under it. I start to cry as I chant the incantation over and over again, desperate to be free of it and to free myself. I would rather go without being healed than to throw myself at anyone’s feet – even Finn’s - and to beg for it. Nonetheless, to be healed would be ideal.

At once, however, something else is touching me under the waterfall; several, maybe even a dozen small, unseen “hands” have taken up the task of washing me clean; two larger ones have wrapped around my wrists while the others begin gently massaging me from head to toe with soap lather. The two “hands” washing my hair are careful to avoid tangling the locks or tugging my scalp. The sensation is deeply pleasant in a way I have trouble recalling. Perhaps it was before I came to this place that I last felt this cared for. The tears come again, bittersweet with memory and longing.

The “hands” then lift me off my feet and carry me from the waterfall. My eyes grow heavy and the chill returns. Distant voices waft to my ears, some more pleading, others more demanding. One breaks through closer than the others – deeper and rougher, a growl of menace behind it, but strangely familiar. Some jostling follows, but I’m too tired and weak to protest it. I feel a sudden, sharp pain in one of my fingertips, then a pressure on it, as if blood was being drawn from it.

At long last, I am standing in the middle of a nearby clearing, grass under my feet. Someone has dressed me in a long, white, loose-fitting gown, bare-shouldered, covered in soft bobbin lace. Three pairs of ribbons keep the gown closed in the front.

In front of me is a large slab of stone, surrounded by moss and lichens as though it had sat there for millennia. Seated on it is…a shadow, in human form. The light seems to sink into it: the stone, the trees and even the night sky glow in contrast around it. I can feel my heart pounding and the chill setting deeper in – in the silence a voice peals with desperation in my head – “We’re losing her! I have no choice!” My breath catches, growing shorter.

“Greetings, good lady Abigail,” says the shadow. The voice is low, multitonal, and accented. “Sublime.”

“Who are you?” I ask, but the words come out shakily, with a rasp. Something is wrong with me, but I dare not ask this thing for help.

“You know who I am. Do you know him, in whom I dwell?” it answers, then stands up. He – there can be no doubt that the form is masculine – steps slowly towards me. As he approaches, I can make out angles and curves sharpening into focus, until I recognize his form as Finn’s. At once, ribbons of white and red appear and effect a willowy dance over the form. The ribbons and their shadows extend past his hands to the forest floor, and drape over his shoulders from the crown upon his head. His eyes spark to life in the same memorable blue.

“He and I were thrown together when each of us was captured,” I said. “He freed me from enough of my bonds so that we could escape together. That’s all I know….” My head is beginning to spin and what light I can see is fading.

“He’s not freed you enough. Dere’s more, but dat poor lad is strugglin’ wit’ getting’ ya stable and ye’re slippin’ away from him. You’ll need to drink dis.” He turns briefly to the slab, then picks up and proffers me a simple goblet. The liquid inside is red – wine, I conclude.

I bring up one hand to take the cup, but my knees give out and the darkness looms even larger. The shadow catches me as I buckle, lowering me slowly to the grass with one arm holding my head up. He holds the goblet in the other hand and brings it to my lips. Multiple voices whisper from the shadow’s mouth, pleading,n“Please, my love, drink dis….swallow, swallow….”

The liquid flows slowly into my mouth; the wine is sweet, but has a note of iron throughout. I can no longer see and the voices are fading; I gulp, if only to keep the wine from drowning me. The flow continues and I gulp again, and again, until the goblet is drained and the last drops have crossed my tongue. I once again float, this time in the shadow’s arms, until I lie supine on the slab.

The darkness slows its encroach to a crawl, then stops and begins to recede. My breathing slows and grows steady. The shadow stands over me, expectantly; the ribbons of his crown dangling over his shoulders.

“Thank you,” I say, barely above a whisper. “Whatever that was, I’m feeling better.”  

“Ye were dyin’,” he replies, a tremor of concern in his voice. “Poor Finn was gettin’ frantic lookin’ for how to break yer fever. I may have…added a recipe to your little grimoire to help ‘im along.”

“What do you mean?” I look up at him, brow furrowed.

“More will be revealed,” he says. “But not tonight. Tonight, you are to be healed.” With that, the shadow’s ribbons wrap around my wrists and ankles and press them against the cold stone as his hands carefully unknot the ties on my gown, then gently pull it open to expose my ruined and barren flesh.

Instinctively, I close my eyes and turn my head away from the shadow. Through the air a pair of voices chant the now-familiar incantation, as a pair of warm hands wander slowly over my breasts, my abdomen, my hips, my buttocks and, finally, my vulva and the casings fall away. Tears of gratitude streak my temples as a hint of the old sensations returns. I open my eyes to Finn tearfully whispering, “I’m sorry,” as he pulls the bed covers back over me and settles into a chair next to the bed.  

[besidesycu]

bray x brys?

who hogs the duvet bryson

who texts/rings to check how their day is going brayson

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts bray

who gets up first in the morning brys

who suggests new things in bed bray

who cries at movies both

who gives unprompted massages bray

who fusses over the other when they’re sick both

who gets jealous easiest bray

who has the most embarrassing taste in music brys?

who collects something unusual neither

who takes the longest to get ready brys only because of the kids

who is the most tidy and organised both

who gets most excited about the holidays bray

who is the big spoon/little spoon bray - big brys - little

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports bray..?

who starts the most arguments neither

who suggests that they buy a pet brys

what couple traditions they have they prob have a ton because of the kids. the biggest one is prob going to get a christmas tree together

what tv shows they watch together literally prob anything

what other couple they hang out with their siblings prob

how they spend time together as a couple when they’re on good terms cuddling or with the kids.

who made the first move  bray

who brings flowers home bray

who is the best cook prob bray

[swamptrashwrites]

Relax-A Bray Wyatt One Shot

I’ve had this rolling around for a while, and finished it this weekend. Don’t ask me where it came from because I have no idea. It’s basically smut because I’m trash like that.  Rating: M

I knew I was tense, to say the least. I had appearances to make, things to take care of back home, workouts and training to do to prepare for my next match. My muscles were tight, I kept a headache, and I was moody as hell. “You need to find something that chills you out. A stress reliever of some sort,” Nattie told me. She was worried about me, but I was really just annoyed with her at that moment. “Like try to learn to knit. Get a pet. Read a book. Something. Finding a way to decompress is vital to survive in this business. You’ve got to find something you enjoy.” She was right. I knew she was right. “I’ll find something. I’ll get on Pinterest. Or I’ll ask Twitter.” Nattie gave me a sympathetic smile as she patted my leg and walked off. “She’s right, you know,” the girl doing my makeup said. “You’ve got the darkest circles under your eyes. Why don’t you take a nap in the locker room? You don’t have to be on until later and I can give you a touch up.” I was heading to take her advice. I knew I needed a nap. Hell. I needed a massage, a Tylenol, a snack, and probably an orgasm. When I got to the door, I heard a quite cough. My head turned, surprised to see Bray Wyatt standing there. “Bray, hi,” I half-smiled. Truthfully, I’d always found him handsome in a way. We’d had a few conversations, and I’d seen him out and about a few times. The handful of times we had talked, it’d been about music or southern food, both of which we loved, or him offering a piece or two of advice on occasion. Rumor had it that he liked me, but I knew better than to take it as gospel. “You look tense, angel,” he said, coming closer. “Tired too. Are you alright?” I was a little nervous when he was arm’s length from me, but he had genuine concern in his eyes. “It’s been an adjustment. I just haven’t figured out how to juggle it yet.” He gave me a sympathetic nod. “It’s a challenge for the strongest of us, darlin’.” “Nattie wants me to get a hobby. She thinks it’ll help me be able to relax and rest. I just know I haven’t slept, my appetite is awful, and I’ve kept a headache since last Tuesday.” Bray’s eyes reflected concern. “She’s not wrong. You definitely need some rest. Stress can wreak more havoc on a body than anything.” I nod. “Sorry to unload all that on you. I think I’m going to take a nap. Or maybe learn origami. Thanks for checking on me,” I smiled, opening the door to go in the locker room. He caught it with his hand, holding it still. “If you wanted some help, all you’d have to do is ask, darlin’.” “What…what do you mean?” I asked, curious. “I know a few ways to…decompress,” he shrugged. “Stress-relief, if you will.” I let out a sound of amusement. “Swamp yoga?” He laughed. “You’re quick. I like that about you. I’ll come see you after the show, angel.”

               I was tossing and turning, not able to calm my mind down enough to sleep. When the knock came to my door, I practically jumped out of my skin. It took me a while to remember that Bray said he’d come see me. My feet hit the floor and I grabbed my zip-up jacket, throwing it on and zipping it up to just above my cleavage before I opened the door. He was standing there, smiling. “Hey, darlin’. Can I come in?” I nodded, opening the door and moving so he could come in, shutting it behind him. “I’m sorry. Tonight got so stressful I forgot you were coming until you knocked on the door.” Bray didn’t say anything, instead sitting on the edge of the bed. “You did well tonight, though. Your hard work shows. I’m sure it would’ve been even more evident if you were sleeping.” I blushed, the red creeping to my cheeks. “And how do you suggest I manage that? I can’t take anything without getting yelled at by medical.” Bray stood, coming closer to me. “Do you trust me, darlin’?” I didn’t shy away from his hand when he reached to touch me. “I…yeah,” I finally nodded, looking down at his hand. It was on my elbow, rubbing to my shoulder. “What are you going to do?” He smiled slightly, his free hand reaching to unzip my jacket. “If you’ll let me…I’d like to do something to get your mind off all that stress and worry. You can stop me at any time. The control is in your hand, darlin’.” My breath caught in the back of my throat as the air of the room changed. “You’re going to fuck me,” I said. It wasn’t really a question. He chuckled. “Not necessarily, angel, but I won’t turn you down if you ask me. I am going to make you come, though, as many times as you can handle it. Take off that jacket for me.” I did as he asked. “Why?” I whispered, putting the jacket on the chair. “Why would you want to?” Bray cupped my cheek, looking at me. “Because after a few good orgasms, you won’t be near as tense, and you’ll get a good night’s sleep. And I’m a man, darlin’. What man wouldn’t want to spend part of his night helping a beautiful woman let go of all her stresses?” he smiled, kissing my nose. “You should take the rest of your clothes off and get on the bed.” I can’t really explain why I went along with it. I could already feel myself getting wet as I took off my shirt and sports bra, feeling two hands gently touch my back. “You’re shaking. You don’t have to. I just want to help, darlin’.” “No. I want to. It’s just…been a while. I always get nervous.” Bray surprised me with what he did next; he silently urged me to turn and face him, and then he kissed me. His kiss was deep and slow, his hands rubbing circles on my back. I felt myself practically melt against him as his tongue traced my lips before he pulled away. “No need in nervousness, angel,” he assured, cupping my cheek. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched by someone else like this? Been kissed like this?” “When…I was still on Raw,” I confessed. “So over a year.” He nodded, urging me to stand as his hand rubbed my back. “You’re already less tense…I think this is what you needed.” I slid off my pants, leaving my panties on as Bray surveyed me. “They can come off…” “Leave them. I’ll take those off myself when I’m ready,” he smiled, pulling me to the bed. I stopped him, my hands on his chest. “Will you…do something for me?” I asked nervously. “Of course.” “Take off your shirt,” I whispered. Bray smiled, standing back up and shedding his shirt, laying it next to my jacket. “Better, darlin’?” he asked softly, coming back to my side. I ran my hands along his broad chest. “Much better.” He bent and kissed me again, his tongue invading my mouth this time as his hands trailed from my breasts to my stomach. There wasn’t a pattern to his movements; Bray seemed to like touching me as much as I liked being touched. My legs opened and he chuckled. “So eager already…” he smiled, his hand gently tracing my thigh as his lips traveled to my neck, teeth nipping gently at my ear. “You want to feel my hand there, don’t you angel?” I nodded. “Please, Bray. Touch me.” His hand ghosted over my clothed pussy, a finger rubbing patterns into the fabric. I wiggled and he stopped. “Darlin’, you’re going to have to hold still. You’ll never come like you should if you don’t let me work,” he warned. “Be still.” I felt my body finally relax, Bray’s hand covering my mound as he bent to kiss me again. “Bray, please,” I begged quietly. “Good to see you’re still wanting this,” he smiled, covering me with his body. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed back, moaning in protest when his lips moved from mine. Bray sat up long enough to look at me. “You’re surprising me, darlin’,” he muttered, his hand coming to the side of my face. “I like the way you’re responding to me.” “It’d be hard not to respond to a handsome man giving me attention,” I confessed, my hand cupping his cheek. He turned his head and kissed my palm, nuzzling into the touch. I ran my hand along the side of his face and he sighed. “Keep going?” Bray nodded, kissing the middle of my neck, down to my breasts. His mouth worked the skin there, leaving a trail of little red marks. When he finally took my nipple into his mouth, I cried out. He nestled between my legs, giving equal attention to the other one as his hand slipped down my stomach and into my panties. His finger stayed around my clit, making circles before rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. The breath caught in the back of my throat and I moaned. “You’re already wet, angel,” he remarked, his free hand brushing the hair off of my face. His finger slipped further down, teasing my opening. “How many fingers do you think you could take?” “I…three,” I mumbled, breathless as he slid one inside. “At least I did last time.” Bray kissed my neck again as he gently fucked me with his finger, finding my spot. I bucked towards his hand, moaning. “Look what I’ve found,” he chuckled, adding another finger. He massaged my g-spot with both fingers, his thumb massaging my clit. That was when I came the first time, gripping desperately to his arm. “Well, well, well,” he smiled, steadily moving his hand. “I wonder what other noises I can bring from that pretty little throat.” He started moving more forcefully, his fingers steadily hitting my spot as I came again, panting and breathless. “Take them off,” I begged, tugging at my panties. “Please, Bray.” Bray did as I begged, moving his hand to slide them off. “Can I keep going?” he asked. I nodded. “If you don’t I’m going to punch you.” He laughed, kissing my belly. “My tongue has some work to do, it seems,” he smiled. “Open up wide for me, darlin’.” I opened my legs wide, moaning when I felt his hot breath against my heat right before I felt his tongue tracing my clit. “This sweet little nub seems to like attention,” he muttered. “How are you? Do you want me to keep going?” “Please, Bray,” I mumbled, my hand running over his hair. His mouth latched to my clit and sucked, making me groan in need and want. Bray Wyatt’s silver tongue was apparently good for more than just getting into the head of his opponents. His hands slipped under my ass and pulled my pussy to his face. He ate me out until I was coming, gently licking and kissing my thighs. “More?” he asked. I nodded and he smiled, pulling my legs over his shoulders and bringing my hips to his mouth. His eyes intently watched me as I reached for him, grasping at anything I could get my hands on as he shook his head, his teeth grazing my clit as I came again for him. “You know what I’m enjoying the most?” he asked, putting my hips down and kissing up my body. “I’m enjoying watching your face, angel. You’re so expressive.” I couldn’t catch my breath as he slid two fingers inside me again. “You…are really fucking good at that,” I gasped, arching to his touches. He smirked, laughing as I cried out. “Oh, sweet one,” Bray laughed, kissing back down and licking my clit again. “You are too much fun to play with, darlin’.” I came again, shaking as he removed his hand and cleaned me off; I jumped whenever his tongue pressed too hard to any part of me. Bray backed away. “Are you…stopping?” I asked softly. He shook his head, looking at her deeply. “Not unless you’re ready to stop,” he offered. “I’m not,” I whispered. Bray unbuttoned his pants, reaching into his wallet and pulling out a condom. I caught sight of his cock-he was slightly larger than average, and god he was thick. When he was fully sheathed, he crouched over me, the head gently teasing my opening. “Ask for what you want, darlin’,” he muttered. I gulped, my breath picking up. “Bray, please, fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me come.” That first thrust had us both breathless, Bray peppering my face with kisses as I adjusted to his size. When I arched my hips, he tilted my chin so I was looking at him. “I know this is going to be hard for you, angel, but I want you to hold still. Let me do the work, alright?” I nodded, allowing myself to lay back as he started pushing into me, gently at first. His arm was over my head, his free hand caressing my face. I did my best to do as he asked, only moving when he urged it, and soon felt myself tense. “Bray…” “I know, sweetheart. Let it go for me.” I came, my hand caressing his face. “Please don’t stop, Bray,” I begged. His lips touched my palm, sweetly, as he kept going, his thrusts becoming more persistent and forceful. Bray suddenly stopped, pulling out and turning me around. “I think what you really need to relax is to be fucked hard,” he muttered, rubbing his hand from my ass to my back. When his hand made it to my neck, he thrust inside me. “Is this alright?” he asked lowly. I nodded, arching towards him. I heard him chuckle as he began fucking me. Nothing was gentle about his thrusts-they were quick, hard, full of force, and threatening to make me come. “Not yet,” Bray warned, his grip on the back of my neck tightening. “Good girl…there we are…” he cooed, his hand wrapping in my hair as he pulled me. “I think you like being fucked like this, don’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped and moaned, my hand covering his. He slowed enough to kiss my neck, his free hand reaching to rub my pussy. “Shit, I can’t…” “Yes you can. Not until I say you can,” he warned. I rolled my hips against him and he smacked my ass, letting go of my hair. I buried my face into the pillows, stifling back the moan I felt forming in the back of my throat. “Come, angel. I won’t be far behind you,” Bray groaned. When I finally met that release, I cried out, biting down on the pillow as I felt Bray’s cock twitch inside me. He pulled out, turning me gently and smiling. “Better?” “My headache’s gone,” I put in. “Finally.” “Good.” “And I’m hungry,” I added. Bray laid next to me, tapping my cheek. “Then it looks like my idea helped,” he smiled.

[prohealth365]

Rejuvenate Your Body with Sports Massage Bray

A specific type of massage therapy, “sports massage,” targets athletes and individuals engaged in rigorous physical activities. Unlike traditional relaxation massages, this technique focuses on improving athletic performance, preventing injuries, and aiding post-exercise recovery.