When I stroked her, she was already so wet and welcoming. “You’re wet.” I slipped a digit inside, and she moaned. “Were you dreaming of me last night?” I gently nibbled her neck. “Maybe,” she agreed in with a flirtatious tone. As I continued to stroke her, I teased, “If you were dreaming about me, what would you be fantasizing about?” Slowly, I pushed another finger inside, to help prepare her for my size. A breathy gasp escaped her. “Ooh, this would be a delicious start.”
