[ There are sayings about broken clocks being right twice a day, blind squirrels still finding a nut or two, and other such platitudes, but in Ferdinand's case, they appear to be correct. A minimum of fumbling, guided mostly by instinct and attentiveness to her reactions, has rewarded him with some utterly divine reactions. The way that Manuela moves in response, involuntary though it may be, is every bit as captivating and graceful to him as anything she's done on the stage. In fact, he finds himself craving that reaction, wanting it more than anything else in the world.
And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]
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And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]