She squirted a bit of oil on my tummy. Some seeped into my navel. She lightly began to touch me. Her hands were like feathers, tickling my tummy ever so slightly. Her hands went lower, to just above the towel. She rubbed me gently and then her hands slid under the towel, just a little. I moaned, I’m sure of it, and spread my legs a little more. Her hands went farther as she scooted closer to the head of the table. She bent over and moved her hands a little farther. Her fingers were again along the crevice of my hips and upper thighs. I let out a sigh.
“Is that okay?” she whispered.
“Yes, oh yes. It feels amazing,” I stammered back, barely able to get the words out.
“Just relax baby,” she said as her fingers pressed inward, pushing my pussy lips together. Her hands moved back and forth, just along the outside of my vagina. Oil seeped from her hands down my crack toward my ass. She rubbed a little harder. I was panting now, and so turned on.
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