His fingers are both amazing and frustrating to work with. I really want to give it a good hard buck and ride his hand until I shatter into a million pieces, but I can't do that without drawing attention to myself. This is a form of slow torture. "I'm going to give you more, but you have to act responsibly in order to get it. Could you please assist me with that?
I am unable to respond, so I nod to demonstrate my agreement. After a moment, I feel his fingers beginning to slide. In. Out. In. Out. I'm on the verge of losing it right there and then, but I manage to keep it together by biting the corner of my bottom lip. His fingers are moving quickly, and I can feel the tension rising. It is on the horizon. As Butterfly gets ready for her wedding night, I am doing the same thing.
Victor Ste
