Devon worked her inner thighs with deliberate precision, fingers gliding closer to the heat radiating from her core. Each stroke was calculated, brushing the sensitive flesh just shy of her pussy lips, teasing the erogenous zones he knew like a surgeon's map. Helena's body betrayed her, her hips shifting subtly, seeking more contact, her clit throbbing with need.
When his fingertips finally grazed the entrance of her vagina, his touch was light, teasing flicks that barely parted her folds, she stifled a moan, her lips pressed tight against the cradle, but her body shook, a fresh gush of wetness slicking her thighs. "Ohhh," she gasped, the sound muffled, her fingers gripping the table's edges as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
