I part my thighs wide for him, feeling the slick heat of my arousal already coating my folds, and let my fingers trail over the swell of my breasts, pausing to circle one tight n****e.
My fingers move down my stomach, trembling with anticipation, until they slip between my thighs to find the slick folds of my p***y, already swollen and dripping with need.
The first brush of my fingertips against my c**t sends a sharp jolt through me, and I exhale shakily, tracing the swollen lips of my p***y with deliberate slowness, circling the sensitive nub again and again as wetness gathers and coats my hand.
Each stroke draws the pleasure tighter, my hips lifting instinctively toward my touch as I dip two fingers inside my p***y, feeling the soft, yielding heat clench around them. My free hand grip
