Every time my finger slips up and down, it feels like it moves slower and slower, until finally, in your tortured arousal, your wetness lets it slip within you, every silky fold sucking it in with need.
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Up and down. Over and over and over. The pace never changing. Every time I reach the bottom of my circuit my thumb slips so tantalizingly between your lips. Never penetrating you but always holding the promise. I’m betting I can have you begging for more in no time.