A single fingertip traces along the outline of your entrance, over the sensitivity of your clitoris; a few seconds seems to linger for hours, wishing that thread of fabricÂ wasn’tÂ tormenting your pussy so much with its presence.

A single fingertip traces along the outline of your entrance, over the sensitivity of your clitoris; a few seconds seems to linger for hours, wishing that thread of fabricÂ wasn’tÂ tormenting your pussy so much with its presence.

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The Oil Seeps Down Your Silk Panties, Making Them Cling To The Soft Curve Of Your Swollen Mound Even Tighter. The Trail Of A Deliberate Fingertip Against The Material Feels Like A Lingering, Silk Scarfed Tongue To Your Eager Sex.

Everything Behind Your Panties Seems To Pulse With Need. The Way Your Skin Tingles All Over Merely From The Caressing Of Your Thighs Makes You Realise That Your Entire Body Is An Entity Of Pure Sexuality. You Are A Slave Of Pleasure, Sex Is You Very Natur

Finally, Inch By Inch, They Slide Off; Whether It Is From The Teasing Or Perhaps From The Restraint You Are Keeping On Yourself, Never Have You Felt So Completely Defenceless, So Bare, And So Naked. Every Inch Of You Seems To Centre In On Your Womanhood,

Your Toes Curl In Pleasure While Your Fingers Clench In Desperation To Keep Your Arms In Place. So Slow, So Deliberate, The Anticipation Almost Hurts; Your Clitoris Seems To Twitch Just Before That First Moment Of Contact. The Slippery Wet Tongue Lapping

Slow, Languishing Strokes; In Your Mind, You Do Not Know Where Your Clitoris Ends And The Tongue Begins. You Want To Wrap Your Legs Around And Pull The Sensation To You, To Engulf Your Pussy In Stimulation, Yet You Stay Spread Out As You Have Been Ordere

Time Ceases To Exist; You Are Paused In The Moment, In The Flooding Need For More, Lost In The Rising Tide Of Sensations Which Flow Through You. You Rock Your Hips, Writhing Against The Unbearably Wet Sensation Slipping Up And Down Your Tenderness. You

Beyond Masturbation, Beyond Foreplay, Beyond Sex Itselfâ€¦ Your Body Feels Trapped In Realms Of Pleasure That Seems Unending. You Almost Feel The Eyes Boring Into The Depths Of Your Fantasies, Feeding Off The Screaming Lust That Threatens To Consume You;

Twitching In Anticipation For Those Fingertips To Slide Inside You, Feeling Your Entrance Wrap Around Them So Eagerly. They Slide In And Out So Slowly, You Buck Your Hips In Frustration, Trying To Draw Them In Deeper And Faster. You Know That Every Sign

Toes Clench As You Writhe Uncontrollably. Consistently In And Out, Your Sex Being Explored In Such Cruel Rhythm; The Moment You Feel Yourself Getting So Close, Feeling That Explosive Fit Of Bliss Running Through Your Spine Ready To Erupt, It Stops. So

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You Struggle To Keep Your Limbs Spread As Ordered, Desperately Holding Back The Desire To Slide Your Hand Down Your Body And Explore Yourself, To Give Yourself The Orgasm You Yearn For. Your Tenderness Seems To Convulse On Its Own As That Hard, Throbbing

Basking In The Aroma Of Sexuality, You Submit To Your Every Desire. Itâ Isn&Amp;Rsquo;Tâ Just The Stiff Length Inside, Sliding So Rhythmically In And Out, That Melts You, Itâ€™S The Feeling Of Pure Loss Of Control That It Bringsâ€¦ Knowing That There Is Nothi

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