Hands of a professional. Long fingers with manicured nails.

He touches and relaxes me. Little by little, opens me up with his skillful touches.

Mixing oils, fingers, making me tense of desire. My breathing is short, breasts are growing, nipples are hardening.

Aaah!

I hold on so I don't fall. I blossom like a flower. Long fingers that tease my most sinful secrets.

Making me anxious, a delicious anguish of being turned on by a man I don't know.

Makes me crazy, makes me dizzy.

I want him in me, but the stranger offers his finger.

So deeply, so hardly.