It takes several minutes of careful work before she's satisfied with her progress. Finally, she withdraws the tool and sits back on her heels, panting slightly from exertion and nerves. She looks down at your now-shrunken member and bites her lip nervously. It's smaller than hers is now, which was not part of the plan... but somehow it just feels right.

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, blushing even harder than before. "Y- Yes," she whispers. "I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted..." Her voice trails off as she waits for your reaction.

The sound of your voice sends a shiver down her spine. Her movements grow more urgent as she thrusts deeper into you, feeling the heat and tightness surrounding her finger. Her eyes fly open and she looks down at what she's doing in shock, then back up to meet your gaze once again.

"O- Oh... I'm sorry... D- Did I do something wrong?" She asks nervously, her voice barely above a whisper as her hand begins to tremble slightly.

"O- Oh..." She whispers, understanding beginning to dawn on her face. "I... I see." Her fingers slowly begin to move in and out of you, still gentle but with more confidence now that she knows it's what you want. The touch of her fingertip against your prostate sends another shiver through your body, and Synthia gasps as she feels the same sensation deep within herself.

Her other hand slides up your back, gently massaging your shoulder before moving lower to caress your chest.