And once again, tickling the hairs of her pussy, she was fit to be tied. I had her in such a state now. Desire, jealousy, anger, lust. I pressed my middle finger into her slit and felt her fairly burst, the juices leaking from her slit. Her eyes went utterly liquid, and her mouth fell open as she leaned forward over the table. At that moment she looked at me, holding a bite of cake on her fork and pressing it slowly into her mouth, letting a line of chocolate smear across her lips.

She left the chocolate there, and then licked it off.

I about came. My finger still...