"Ooooooh," she cooed, slitting her eyes, her full, sensuous mouth turning up in a broad smile.

Paul gaped at her fingers, at the way they were sliding up and down the deepening crease in her pudenda, at the way they were forcing the pliant lips to smooch apart. He made a soft, whimpering noise as she peeled back her labia, showing him the glistening, hot pink lining of her cunt. His cock abruptly jerked from a horizontal position to the vertical in the blink of an eye, the bloated bulb slapping against his sternum vehemently.

She knew she was driving him crazy, but she continued, escalating the action, actually pushing the tip of her index finger into the mouth of her pussy, touching herself on the clitoris.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, her svelte hips moving, ticking back into the caress with a seeming will of their own.

Paul whimpered again, his great, swollen cock hammering upon his breastbone, his testicles drawing up tight to his groin. He was chomping at the bit, straining at the invisible leash. He wanted to pounce onto her, to fuck her into unconsciousness, to punish her for the way she was taunting him, but he did not. He dared not. He was afraid that she might just up and leave, that she might take her tight, firm little body away, and that was the one thing he could not have beared. The look in his eyes said it was worth it, whatever she did to him, it was worth it.

She pushed a second finger in beside the first and began to masturbate openly, making sure that he could see the doubled digits slipping in and out of her pussy, that he could see the shining juice that coated them from tip to knuckle.