Moving restlessly, she moaned as the exquisite feelings aroused her to a fever pitch. Two more hands slid up beneath her T-shirt. They were stroking up her belly until they reached her breasts. When they enclosed her flesh and kneaded she groaned again in appreciation. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. The hands at her breasts flicked her nipples until they were turgid peaks of arousal. She could feel her desire weeping from her cunt; her clit was a throbbing ache. The hands at her legs skimmed down grasping her ankles and moving her legs apart. They skimmed up the inside of her thighs getting closer to the heat of her body. She arched her hips trying to direct the hands where she needed them the most. When she felt a warm wet mouth suck a nipple into its depths, she pushed her breasts forward, eager for more of the pleasurable touch. The hands skimming her inner thighs reached her apex gently sliding a finger through her soft bald flesh. She was on fire. The fingers on her pussy slid through her cream getting closer and closer to her clit, but not actually touching it.
