The best feeling is when he drags his fingers over my holes, streaming the essence from one trail to the other.
Poking.
Fondling.
His hands are so warm I know they were meant to caress me for the eternal longing of my entire existence.
Spend this, moment consuming me while ruining me,
leaving mental trails of you exhaling in my ear panting, the stickiness dripping from your lip is tantalizing.
I fantasize about those fingers exploring in every crevice like an excavator,
sending me higher to cloud 9 on elevators, straight to the top rising my body off of the bed, prodding deeper as I gush you were so prepared….
And to this day my clit grows pulsating to feel your touch again when the thought of you comes into my head.
