With soft, sweeping caresses, I run a solitary finger up and down the warm lips that frame my rapidly dampening slit. I picture your face, your lips, your eyes, as I allow my digit to edge ever closer to my liquid centre. The brush of coarse hair against my fingertip makes it tingle.
With gradually increasing pressure, I press the flesh of my labia closer to my excited clit, and savour the sweet sensation of my growing arousal. My nipples harden, as I rub my swelling button with my puffy pussy lips….