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My dress finally lifted over my hips, exposing my panties.

I knew my ass was out.

Luckily, I did work out that area. It may not be huge, but I knew it was firm and soft.

A perfect peach as Willow would explain it.

I wanted to see his expression so badly, but I knew I needed to keep my peepers shut.

Both of his hands come up and rest on my exposed hips now.

I felt his control.

It was powerful, and oh so sexy.

And, then finally.

His hand moves to the front.

And slides right in.

Wait.

Wait.

Skin touched my skin.

His fingers were bare.

No gloves.

I could feel his fingers on my naked flesh.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to the tree.

His fingers go past my waxed bikini line and goes down.

He sure knew his way around, didn’t he?

I scolded myself as the thought entered my head.

Then, finally.

He touched me.

The moan I moaned was loud.

Needy.

Excited.

My clit under the pressure of his fingers.

Instantly, he found something that the men I was with before, couldn’t.

“Fuck.” I breathed out.

If I had any shame, I would be embarrassed my how turned on I was, and how slippery his fingers were getting.