Bristol felt like she was going to explode just from Annie’s slow, torturous touch. She spread her legs apart, wanting Annie to touch the soft skin of her thighs and everything in between. Her eyes fluttered shut when Annie’s fingers trailed over her panties and slid down to the inside of her thighs.

“Especially here.”

Bristol opened her eyes when Annie shifted on the bed. She watched as Annie caressed her thighs with both hands, moving closer and closer to her silk panties. Every time Annie got close to Bristol’s pussy, Bristol lifted her hips, hoping this time Annie’s fingers would slip under the elastic and push deep inside her.

“Will you please take them off?” Bristol asked.

Annie kept eye contact with her the entire time she slid them down. Bristol loved how light Annie’s eyes were, especially darkened with desire. It was empowering to know she had this effect on her.

“Better?” Annie asked.

“Your hands aren’t on me, so I’m going to say worse.” Bristol bit her bottom lip to keep from begging.

“You’re right.”

Annie crawled between Bristol’s legs and lightly traced a path to the top of her thighs and back down. She briefly grazed Bristol’s swollen pussy and the inside of her thighs. Bristol was almost panting with need.

“Is this better?” Annie asked.

Bristol reached down and ran her finger up and down her slit while Annie watched with surprise. “This is better.” She slipped one finger inside and moaned, lifting her hips to get deeper. Usually, Bristol didn’t do that when she masturbated, but with Annie watching, she felt bold and sexy.

“Oh my God.” Annie watched as Bristol finger-fucked herself. As if she couldn’t stand it any longer, Annie touched Bristol’s hand and helped push her finger deeper inside. They both moaned.

When Bristol finally moved her hand away, Annie wasted no time slipping a finger inside. “You’re so tight.” She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “So unbelievably tight.”

Bristol lifted her hips slightly, wanting Annie to go deeper. Annie slipped two fingers inside and pulled them out quickly. Bristol almost wept at the extreme pleasure of how Annie filled her, followed immediately by intense disappointment at the loss of Annie’s touch. Annie did that several times, building her up. Bristol could feel herself getting wetter. She moaned and greedily pushed her hips against Annie’s hand when Annie added a third finger.

“Is this okay?” Her voice was low and full of concern.

Bristol licked her lips and nodded. “Please don’t stop. You feel so good.”