She milf riders felt so warm, the skin of her back so soft under my fingers. I lay milf riders there content both hearing and feeling her deep breathing. My hand betrayed me, my fingers kept tensing while they milf riders should have been resting on her back, wanting, needing to feel, to experience more of her body. It took my whole focus to keep my hand still on her back, and to control my own breathing. Then I felt her hand raise from it's place near the middle of my back, her wrist still resting across my side. I was worried that she was uncomfortable, and lightened my touch, hoping she would see I didn't mind if she wanted to move. Instead I felt the milf riders lightest touch of a single finger move across my skin.
The beginnings of an orgasm tingled in my belly, and I forced it back, needing for this to go on and on. She pressed in and out slowly letting my body familiarize itself with each motion before increasing the strength and speed. She was nestled as far inside me as she could be, teasing my milf riders inner walls with each movement. She wiggled her fingers both up and down and side to side sending tiny shocks through me as she continued to press in pull back. I pressed down onto her my need growing with each stroke of her fingers. She responded by sinking her fingers deeper and harder inside me. I rode her fingers, my hips rising and falling on them rhythmically. She plunged into me exploring my depths through the tips of her fingers.