I studied the elasticity of her clit – that strange thing that does not affect anything, yet it is so important. She rocked and rhythmically boxed her ass against me. I was almost afraid that I would prepare her for it with my own tongue. But I tried something else. I drew my forefinger and stroked her cocoa hole. Then still and again and again. Even with her juices, I really lubricated her hole. And then I tried to push. There was a change in my cock. I felt her hesitate. For a moment she stopped doing her business. Just for a while. Then she came back to her, but I felt she was more concerned with her own expectations, and perhaps worries…
