Heat Wave

We all took off our clothes and the orange glow of the fire illuminated his body, revealing the perfect lines of his abdominal muscles. His eyes greedily stared at my perky breasts, and his hand began to move downward.

"It's perfect," I didn't think he was talking to me per see. His words were more of him marveling at how his fingertips could so easily penetrate my wrinkles, separate them, and slide back and forth. I raised my head and closed my eyes. The pleasure was flowing, stretching, and humming throughout my body. I couldn't reject him.

"You're so beautiful." These words were spoken so softly, praising me.

"I am?"

My mind went blank. After a few heartbeats, I realized that he was talking about where his middle finger was. He was referring to the way it circled around my entrance and tapped on it. With just a slight pressure on the edge and I was already so wet.