“What—what dost thou see?” Magda called out quietly, unsettled by my silence.
“Paradise,” I whispered, and saw her shiver at my breath in her most intimate of places. Slowly I reached out…and drew my forefinger reverently across the slick rosy flesh of her bared c******s. A tremor ran through her body.
Deliberately I began to masturbate her. Using tiny circular strokes, I rubbed slowly all about the bud of the flower of her femininity, purposefully, teasingly. I started at the top of her vulva, employing the first two fingers of my left hand. Magda’s breath caught in her throat, but I was careful not to touch her most sensitive spot again. Though she ached for my fingers upon her slippery clit, I withheld that favor. First I would make her suffer exquisitely.
It was joyous work, and as
