A hand snaked through my tangled locks, slowly playing with the strands. The touch was agonizingly tender as it wiggled lower, tracing the contours of my face, lingering on my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the curve of my lips, before trailing down the sensitive skin of my neck.
Then, the hand daringly moved lower, cupping the heavy weight of my t**s.
A moan escaped me, my back arching instinctively as I thrust upward into the heat of his palm. In silent approval of my surrender, the fingers squeezed lightly, molding my skin. After torturing both of my breasts with agonizing precision, the hand traveled farther south, smoothing over the flat expanse of my stomach before sliding effortlessly beneath the thin fabric of my cotton panties.
I let out a breathless gasp of pure delight as t
