This was the moment she had been dreaming of all day long- for his touch.
She dragged his hands all over the folds, angling it up to graze her tender clitoris, and circling back again to the outermost part of her vulva. The slick, creamy fluids moistened his fingers, stunning Nexus at just how drenched she was.
Firmly holding his hands, she guided him up and down, rubbing particular spots, greasing his palm with her nectar. She whimpered with each touch. Her eyes were closed, and her head tilted upwards in a dream like postion.
Determined to make this dream come true, she slid down his hand down south, and led his fingers into her pussy.
Mrs. Russell moaned into the darkness. Embedded within her slippery, soft voice was an urgent need, as well as a partially satisfied note. Nexus was a quick study. So, he immediately picked up on what she wanted from him. The thick-bodied matriarch wanted a deeper 'massage.'
And Nexus was more than willing to provide this service for her.
