It didn’t take long for me to desire more of his touch. His experienced fingertip massaged the hardened love seed in between my legs while I wished that his hand would slip inside my panties to touch me there directly.
My need for him raged a war inside my head against my ability to think straight and it felt like a battle that I had no way of winning. I wanted to touch him as well but the fact that my hands were bound wouldn’t allow that and it started to frustrate me. Just when I thought that I might have to beg for him to touch my p***y, his hand slipped inside my panties before his fingers delved into the wet slit in between my legs.
“Ahhh…Bradon…” I moaned before calling his name in such a sweet and seductive voice that surprised even myself.
“Your p***y is so naughty, Dahlia, a
