>>507629162Then it became silent. I was still trembling in anticipation, fear but also arousal at the same time. Whatever he was going to do, I began to almost wish for it. Like he would set me free of my queasiness, and bring a tingly comfort to me.
He once again crouched down beside me, and rolled me over thoroughly ensuring that I was on my side, and again he put his hand on my breast, softly holding it. I could now feel my vagina tensing up, becoming wet. I prayed that he wouldn't go further, but I secretly wished him too. He slowly went down again, over my white top, down across my belly, and stopped his hand right on my vulva. It began to tingle, and I knew he could feel I was wet. He then moved his hand in a circular motion across it, gently stroking up, down, and across, increasing in intensity and applying pressure. I now let out my first vocalization, I couldn't control it. It was a soft, deep breath, with a hint of a gasp. I was terrified, every ounce of my body scared and fearful, but it was oh so sweet that he was pleasuring me now. I wanted him to stop! But I was helpless.
He began rubbing now, going in with his fingers, in even more intensity, as far as he could go with my leggings. I began to moan, softly, still motionless. He then slowly put his hand underneath my leggings, and gently pulled them down. With no fuss, I co-operated. My vulva was now exposed, I felt the rush of cold air on it, showing my vagina to him.
He then began to put his fingers in my pussy, going past the vulva and near the clitoris. I was going insane with desire. I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a loud, intense moan, and I knew he got the message. He started to massage around it, using his other hand to circle the outskirts of my vulva more gently. This is what Arab sex must be like, I thought. He penetrated deeper, and I could feel his thick, soft finger inside of me, like it was two penises inside me at once. Far larger than the Jews I dated in high school.
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