Penetrate

Lydia's left hand leaves her breasts and joins the right at her sex, snaking under to press against her sensitive spot. Her right hand slides down between her wet folds, the middle finger leading the rest. You lean in and sigh as her fingertip circles her entrance once, twice, then bends to dive into her sex. Her hips react against the penetration, even just to the first knuckle.

She lifts her hand, straightening her finger, and slides it deeply, smoothly inside. The rhythmic wet noises continue as her left hand massages her clit, with her right hand held still. Looking up to her face, she is staring back at you hungrily, her eyes framed between her stiff nipples, in turn held up by her extended arms.

She drops her head to the pillow and exhales sharply, and you can see from her hand that she has begun to curl her finger, stroking her soft interior. Her hips start to bounce in time. As the energy builds, she pulls out slightly and plunges two fingers in, stroking gently past her entrance. Inches from her sex now, you watch the soft flesh flow in and out around her fingers, engulfing and releasing each knuckle.

A single, quiet moan escapes her lips as she pulls hard against her pussy, and her left hand freezes. Her hips buck with the same rhythm and her pussy visibly squeezes her fingers as she orgasms.

Finally, Lydia lowers her hips and sighs. She pulls her fingers from her sex and points them toward you.

My passions are controlling me now, as Andrew's hungry gaze drives my arousal higher. I bring my free hand to bear on my clit, gently pulsing with the rhythm I remember making around Andrew's member as it he buried it seemingly ever deeper in my body. My emptiness is growing urgent, and Andrew still sits motionless, but approving.

I tip my hips up toward him and toward the finger moving down to my entrance, and exhale slightly as I pass into my warm interior. In my excitement, I don't even pause, but continue to dive in, the knuckle passing my entrance with a warming plop. My vision fades for a moment and I see Andrew standing over me, his bulb rubbing that spot, his breath ragged as he prepares to explode .. I can reach that spot. I curve the finger up to push against my interior, and my mouth falls open at the pleasure. I replace the finger with two, stroking in and out in half-time to the circles on my clit.

Finally it comes, I come, and my sex flutters against my stilled fingers as I buck with the rhythm I've beaten out on my nub.

Still pulsing quietly, I remove my fingers, lower my legs, and point the fingers toward Andrew's eyes.