@LittleRedDev he encourages you to turn over, and you do so without any sense of self-consciousness, your legs bent at the knee, spread, like a filter lane to direct him to his destination. Now, with his eyes fixed on you, he rakes his fingers over your sensitive skin, your coldness long gone as you glow, a wet incessant drip that you need him to plug.

He flicks a hard nipple playfully before taking a breast in each palm, massaging firmly as your nipples bore into his palms. When he releases one breast and his fingers trace down your belly and over your mons pubis, his eyes never parting from yours, you feel certain this is the happy ending you crave but his fingers evade your swollen clit, tracing around your labia, even these gentle and frustrating touches making your skin prickles as you shake, arching your back and pushing your crotch up towards him as if his fingers had their own gravitational pull