Heelas skin is usually a cream white, but the marks on her bottom from my fingers has left the soft flesh red in some areas.
I have rubbed the indents on her lower back incessantly, they add to her sexual appeal somehow.
Her bottom is gelatinous while her stomach strong, and her back toned from her routines.
The leather pants stretch around her hips, she won't allow me to lower them further than her thighs, but this is all I need.
Soft thighs sit atop me as I kneed and spread her cheeks, spanking her lightly before rubbing the tips of my middle finger across her sensitive lips.
The angle makes her shiver as I expose her fully.
The small woman drips unto my palm, the sweetest of nectars.
Heela doesn't make noise, her small tongue licks on my neck while her hips drop.
It feels like her womb is vibrating, attempting to suck my finger into her promise of pleasure.
