When Fingers Dance
Dexterity is key.
Long, nimble fingers glide between my thighs, almost dancing, on their slow waltz to tease and seduce. They sweep my delicate, damp lace panties obstructing their way to one side, and lightly stroke the soft, silken folds they discover. Languidly, they delve deeper, opening the flower of my lust, bathing in the exquisite nectar of my desire before continuing on the journey to the precious release of my ecstasy. Twisting a...