I pondered my next course of action, wondering if I was taking things too far, when suddenly all my questions were answered. First, Juliet opened up her legs just slightly, giving my leeway between my hand and her legs. Then she gently grabbed my hand, and guided me towards her slit. Wordlessly, she teased her opening with my fingers before pushing inwards.
I gasped. Juliet was indeed soaking wet, and my two fingers wasted no time finding her deepest spot. Then she took her hand away from mine, and I could tell she started playing with her own nipples. Her breathing became ragged as she started focusing on pleasure.
By instinct, I started moving my fingers, feeling her soaking wet, pulsating pussy clench against me, **** to get as much friction as possible. My fingers were clearly warm at this point, this wasn't selfless anymore. I couldn't believe this was happening, suddenly one of the worst nights became the best of my life. I was fingers deep in one of the hottest girls I had ever seen and she put me there.
I kept the rhythm going, careful not to move too quickly. I wanted Juliet to feel a slow, strong pleasure, tantalizingly good. By the way Juliet starting rocking her hips, it seemed like my work was paying off.
Then, Juliet whispered to me. "Please." Her whispered voice was ragged and husky.
"Please what?" I teased her, getting incredibly wet myself.
"Please go faster," she said. And oh was I happy to oblige.
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