He watched her flat belly undulated as he began to stroke her. He didn't slow or speed up. Steady pace. Moving further and further along her sex. Brushing along her folds. Spreading her open with his fingers. Running the grease on the glove along both lips. Coating her with the slick feeling of arousal as he build her to her orgasm.<br/><br/>His voice calm and quietly husky," Maybe massaging your breast would help. Do I need to apply more salve there?"<br/><br/>