We moved to her bedroom after she recovered from the living room experience. She was actually quite docile as she sat there naked and watched me touch myself on the edge of her bed. Only reaching out and brushing her fingers against the camisole and my thighs after I explicitly told her it was okay.
But when she finally eased into things, she was not unskilled. Though, her eyes tried never to leave mine, which was just a little… personal. Like she was expecting me to change my mind and wanted to know as soon as possible to stop.
> You stupid wolves, how often do I actually change my mind, hm? Besides… while it is a crude phrase usually reserved for males… I probably am thinking more with my lower half tonight. <
Her tongue, her hands, and everything about her was so warm. So gentle and focused on my pleasure, seeking out my soft moans and my sudden ones. Which increased significantly in number with her head finally between my legs.
