"please" I mona softly crying out for mercy. My body was battling trying to surender to him and mind was overwhelmed with lust and painting picture before my eyes I didn't know I could even imagine. I felt like I was dying my body was on fire yerning for his every touch.<br/><br/>I growned and shook my head as his fingertips made slow circles against the past of me I'd protected fo so long. I wished I could be pissed at him, even hate him, but it was impossible when the touch inspired such amazing sensation that if I was a diffrent girl I would have begged him for more. I could feel the dampness there and rolled my hips to try to put some distance between myself and his fingers. At least that what I told myself I was doing when on instince my hips started to move against his fingertips.