Elsa
Elsa wants to be a ballerina. She practices and practices. But you can’t teach height. Unfortunately, Elsa is going to be too short to be a professional ballerina. With her looks, she should probably be practicing her moves on a pole, not the ballet barre. You have just the pole she can start with.
She gasps as you slide your finger inside her, filling her up with the heat of your touch. Her body arches into yours, wanting more of this feeling. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced, and it takes her breath away. With every thrust of your finger, she moans louder, losing herself in the pleasure you're giving her. Her hips rise to meet each stroke, as if they have a mind of their own. She can feel her orgasm building once again, closer and more intense than before.
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Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you finger her faster and deeper. Her body tenses and relaxes with each thrust, her nails digging into the floor to keep herself grounded. The pleasure overwhelms her, sending shockwaves through every inch of her being. With a loud cry, she comes apart beneath your touch, her entire body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy. Her muscles relax and she sinks back against the floor, spent but satisfied.