The Touch of a Man: Part One
Her other hand was still massaging her clit as she finger fucked herself to yet another wet frenzy.
The inner muscle of her hot moist thirty-two year old canal gripped her index finger as she inserted it, slowly pulling it all the way inside. She felt the fiery pliable pink walls surround her finger as she let it linger inside, letting the elasticity envelope it, tugging on it, making the sensation build. She loved getting herself off. She had learned how to master it fully. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get...