His fingers tremble as they brush against the soft skin of your inner thigh, feeling his coarse beard scrape against your leg in response. He hesitates for a moment longer before slowly sliding one finger lower still, pressing against the folds of your sex. His heart pounds in his chest as he feels the warmth and wetness there, and it takes all of his self-control not to push harder, to claim you completely.
He looks down at you, eyes burning with desire and need, waiting for your reaction.
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His heart races as he feels your body respond to his touch. He presses his finger deeper, feeling the tight heat of you around it, and with a shuddering breath he begins to stroke you gently, circling his fingertip in tiny circles. His other hand finds its way to your hip, holding you steady as he loses himself in the sensation of touching you like this.