Bab 78: Fingers of pleasure

Zafron's finger eased upwards and brushed lightly against her hidden clit. She moaned slowly into his sweaty neck. The earthy aroma of his scent was cloying to her senses, it was thick and strong, very masculine, very powerful. Unknown to her, this was his pheromone working overtime to give her that sense of drowning attraction.

Sliding back down into her pussy, his finger seemed to be trying to draw up her creamy moisture to her clit, coaxing it out of its hiding place. Every time his finger brushed against her clit it was more prominent, more confident, more demanding. And she felt compelled to answer his call.

Gently his finger began rubbing in small circular motions on her clit causing her to let loose a long moan of pleasure...."Ahnnnnnnnn~"

Her fingertips clawed into his chest, struggling to hang onto him, feeling as if her life depended on him.