Sandhu moved his c**k slowly around, nudging against the entrance to her cunt but not pushing inside. Cressida felt her face hot with wanting; her heart pounded with a desperate desire for him. Yet she dare not thrust herself forward to impale herself on him. She had not yet learned patience or self–restraint to any degree, but she had learned this much, that any precipitate movement on her part would lead only to her disappointment, and perhaps worse.
She whimpered softly, her longing impossible to disguise. In response Sandhu took hold of his c**k and laid it full against the length of her cunt so that it was partly enfolded by her lips. He pressed it down with his hand as the tip rested against Cressida’s swollen c**t, the little bud throbbing at its touch. He rolled his hand from side
