My sitting up forced us to move a little away from each other but once my dress went over my head and got thrown somewhere in the tent, Sylvester's hand went for my very wet Vijay and he started fingering me. I had no choice than to place my hands over his head and around his neck so I could get the support I needed as I arched my waist up to accommodate his hand.

I was already too sensitive by the time he made contact with my clit so when I felt his fingers probing my vulval, looking for a way in, sharp tingles shot up my spine, exploded...