She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad.And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch."Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-
-Elizabeth Boyle
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