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As I stared into the depths of her eyes, I began to softly caress her thighs.

Her skin was as soft as the scarves.

Her breathing quickened, and I saw the flutter of her pulse in her neck.

She never looked away from my gaze…

And she kept her arms wrapped tightly in their bindings.

I began to move my fingers further up her thighs…

Past the hem of her bunched-up dress…

Towards the heat between her legs.

I softly caressed her skin until my fingers reached the lace of her underwear.

Still gazing deep into her eyes, I traced my fingertips over the front of her panties.

She was wet. I could feel it through the thin material.

Then, very gently, I pulled the lace to the side.

She breathed in sharply, maybe in surprise – but she never broke eye contact with me, and she didn’t tell me to stop.

I gently glided my fingertip across her pussy.

Everything was bare and soft; she had either waxed or shaved very recently.

Her lips were also very,verywet.

I couldn’t see what I was doing, but I didn’t need to.

I slowly traced my fingers over the wet skin of her cleft, gently moving upwards…

Until I found her clit.

I softly stroked the hood with the gentlest of touches.

For the first time, she broke eye contact as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Look at me,” I whispered.

She forced herself to gaze deep into my eyes.

In the dim light of the candles, her pupils were dilated, the black nearly obscuring her brown irises.

I gently caressed her hood, spreading her wetness, circling her – but never directly touching her clit.

Mei-ling’s breathing grew shallower.

Then I did something Vittoria had taught me. Not during the first night I spent with her, but months later.

With my left thumb and forefinger, I gently pulled back the hood, which exposed her clit.

Again, I couldn’tseeany of this –

But feeling with my fingers was as good as seeing.

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