"Do you touch yourself?" Prince Harry asked again, as finally Victoria's eyes looked up towards him.
His head was inches away from her, his bare chest inches to, with one of his hand supporting all his weight. Victoria could not speak. Could not even find an answer to that. Of course she'd never even touched herself. She did not even know what touching oneself meant. Was it good? Was it bad? But she felt Prince Harry needed to touch her center. It was throbbing, it was painfully aching, and her legs felt like spreading wider for him to touch, or do a thing that needed his physical body rubbing to that part.
"Huh…" He touched her at the frontmost part of her center. It was a slight slide, by his little finger, and she wanted more. She wanted him to touch her, and she so, caught his hand, traveling it lower to where she wanted it.
