Her fingers traced the delicate skin, a beginning to the coming storm. It was a ballet of feeling, discovering every curve. A inviting glance, a pledge of what was to come. The build-up was almost intense. Then, the friction began, a pulsating action that sent tremors down her back. Each caress brought her closer to the edge. Her form bent in ecstasy, every fiber tense with the coming climax. The air was dense with lust. The sensation intensified, a swirl of arousal taking over. Her gasp came in short bursts. A flash in her stare, a hint of the intimate connection being forged. She was lost in the moment. The pulse quickened, a wild pace driving her towards the orgasm. Her waist undulated with wildness. A soft caress, a murmur of closeness that sent sensations rushing through her. She was yielding. The tension was tangible, a thick haze of desire in the air. She was burning. Her fingers moved with expert accuracy, a dance of arousal. The all faded away. The climax was approaching, a surge of feeling building within her. She was prepared. A small gasp escaped her lips, a noise of pure delight. It was paradise. Her frame quivered with the power of the release. She was overwhelmed. A tremor ran through her, a concluding surge of sensation. She was spent. The post-orgasm was sweet, a comforting feeling that lingered. She was content. A grin played on her lips, a private knowledge of the joy she had experienced. She was completely content. The thought of the experience would linger, a alluring suggestion of what her flesh could experience. She was enthralled.