The personal touch

Reggie breaks the kiss with a Smile. Connie pants happily. “Part of our initiation is making sure our sisters are free. So please lay back on my bed. Connie’s heart beats faster as she hastens to obey. “My, such a lovely eager beaver.” declares Reggie. Soon Reggie is pantie clad on all four stared openly between Connie’s spread legs. She blows on her, making Connie gasp and tremble. “Self love, my darling is important. Why don’t you show me?”

Connie’s fingers began dancing of their own accord. She had largely suppressed most of her desires, but her digits were travelling as if manipulated by a puppetmaster. The slow tease made her cry as Reggie beamed at her. That smile. That wonderful smile. She would do anything to see it. You pick up the pace, feeling pleasure rise in you. “Good girl. Keep going. Faster, baby. Faster.” Connie bucked and squealed as she pumped herself faster. She had never need release this badly before.