He toys with my n*****s.
“Hard as pebbles. Must be the cold,” he remarks.
The plastic bag comes out of his pocket. I close my eyes knowing what is to come. A remnant of ginger root finds its way to my right n****e. The juice is initially cool. His hand circles about to coat the entire pink flesh of my areola. The left n****e is next.
“A little more warmth for you.”
Leaving the cape folded open we resume. I flush with embarrassment extending the warmth of racing circulation to my entire form. Then my n*****s turn to fire as well.
“Your cunny must be gushing. I miss apprizing your level of arousal.”
He is correct, knowing my anatomy as well as me. I so much need to be penetrated there... yet a simple teasing finger applied to my c******s would bring a massive orgasm.
In reflecting on
