Suddenly his finger slid deeper - it sucked the air and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. She winced as he moved inside, is studying the innermost depth, most unspoken desires, those corners, the touch of which she even sobbed, hoping to unleash passions. - Come to me, my dear. Come when you're ready. He dipped his fingers rhythmically in depth. She realized that she could not stand this sweet flour: and shout that there is urine, or prayed. Let him or stop, or, conversely, does it decisively, quickly, let alone likely will release it, lift it incredible power that even tingling skin.