"Again."

Your voice is hoarse but you manage an edge of steel as you tell her: "Again."

Molly's eyes widens, then narrows. Shock to determination. You watch her set her jaw, take a deep breath and then start running her hands down her bronze skin once more.

You hear murmurs from the surrounding women, perhaps unsure of how many choices you're afforded in this ceremony. You pay them little attention though, staring instead at the way her fingers trace her body. Once more she takes her time, teasing her own thighs, grab a handful of modest breast and sigh as she tweaks her own nipple.
All the way through she stares directly at you, making sure you're watching her every move. For a self-declared nymphomaniac her willpower is impressive, but as soon as she plunges her fingers back into her sodden twat you sense the desperation once more. The way her hand trembles, the way her breath hitches.

Though she tries to drag it out further, to prove her self control sufficient, it is a losing battle. Her fingers seem to accelerate on their own. Her eyes roll back, her mouth drops open and her tongue lolls out obscenely. Pussy juice drips down from her furious masturbation, spraying your stomach and thighs but mostly wetting your throbbing cock.

You lie there and watch as this gorgeous, curly-haired teen throws back her head in ecstasy, just about to give in to the rising orgasm when.. With a final burst of resolve, she edges herself for the fourth time.

Her eyes are spiteful but her expression is undermined by her panting mouth. "Satisfied..?" She asks and you feel the entire clearing lean in to hear your answer.