A gift of five dimes

With all that she has, she fights off the urge to dance away and recomposes herself. Her hands pressing more firmly together in an effort to hold the five shiny coins fast. As his caress reaches her arms, she believes for the briefest moment that her torment is over, that he will lower her arms, remove the dimes from her hand and take her in whatever manner he desires. Instead, his rough palm glide lightly up he slender arms only to press her palms more firmly together, ensuring she has them secured.

Stepping back to admire her once again, and offering only a moments reprieve, he is again, upon her. His hands returns to her hips, with fingers spread wide and thumbs coming to rest just above her pubic bone. A slow, methodical stroking of the thumbs begins. First, upward to the bare flesh of her flat, rippling tummy, then going lower with each pass, deeper, toward the valley of her wet sex. As strong fingers curl under the waistband of her lace hip huggers, he hooks them and begins to pull down over the gentle curve of her shapely ass. In doing so, his thumbs are afforded more purchase and make their way over top of her mont de venus, stopping only when they reach the plump crease of her nether lips.