Her hands gripped the sheets, twisting within them as if they were the only thing holding her to the bed. Her back lifted, arching in anticipation of his next assault of pleasure upon her person. Her body tingled with electric sparks of desire, aching to be quenched by release.<br/><br/>As his finger slipped inside her, her muscles clenched around it in an enticingly tight grip. She shuddered, another mewl of estascy ripped from her lips between the heavy pants that were her breathing. His tongue and finger alone were bringing her dangerously close to that brink. She wanted him inside her so badly, craved the climax she knew would come with fullness so desperately, she would have begged for it. And did, in fact.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"Please....please..."</span><br/><br/>It would be an impossible thing to hold back much longer given the wicked things he was doing to her. Her hips rocked against his finger, urging him deeper. More.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>