Then he heard the quickening of her breaths, as he continued to knead her plumpness with the palm of his hands and she relaxed her muscles once more.
The more he caressed her the harder her breathing got because those mewling sounds were coming from deep within.
Fiona could not control her body as delightful shivers ran down her spine.
She was staring against his hand before he slowly slipped one finger inside her.
So tight, he marveled at the wonders of her small body.
He was relentless with his fingering of her unexplored orifice, loving the feel of her muscles tightening around his fingers.
The growing wetness and her own special unique scent that overpowered and filled the air of the room.
Yes, he thought to himself, she was nearing the apex, so close.
Fiona felt helpless to the rising tension that was building up inside her and her only thought was to ride it out until it passed.
