My hand keeps an slow pace as my fingers explore your rear passage. Slowly, I begin pushing my fingers deeper, feeling my fingers slide against the velvety flesh, your warmth enveloping them as they lowly pump their way in. Your pants and screams ring in my ears like delightful music, I love knowing what I can elicit from you.<br/><br/>I moan from my own arousal, muffled by your hard nipple in my mouth. I begin teasing it with my tongue, running it in circles over the areola of your breast, barely rubbing the sensitive nub in the middle of it with each flicker. My free hand stops on your back, not really holding you, but letting you know I want you there on top of me.