Now she sat back before the fireplace and gathered a mound of rug under her exposed vagina, straddling it and lowering her weight until the material firmed up - anything to distract her humming wet vagina and let her finish the job - click click click. 'Does she have any of that for me?', he wished.
Her eyes burned at him while she slowly ground her pussy on the rug. She slipped her hand down and unsnapped her teddy at the crotch, letting her oily finger linger lavishly on her feverish slit. Rolling over, she raised up on her elbows and knees. He moved closer - click click click. On his own knees, he focused on her eyes as she looked over her shoulder. He then moved his attention slowly down her firelight-bathed back, past the gathered material of her teddy, and lavishly over the perfect round mounds of her ass - click click click.
Her exposed vagina pulsated at the thought of touching another girl's vagina.
Vagina is the very thing that she was longing for late in the night and
early each morning.
