Her fingers rested lightly upon her splayed, wallowing breasts.
Ahhh! The pleasure simply of touching them was enormous. With her fingertips, she gently rolled her rising n*****s until they stood out like wrinkled fingers. Each little roll pinched the skin and quivered all the way down to her p***y. And there the heat of the fire and the heat welling slowly from within her were making a puddle of wetness, of sweat and anticipation and her own warm syrup. She knew just how splendid it would feel when she first ran a smooth finger down into her wet slit. She trembled a little at the thought of how her c**t would swell and preen until she had found it with her fingertip and stroked its smooth, hot head. Her cunt would be heavy and slobbery in her hand as she made it come. She would grind her
