A moan, ripped from her lips, sliding around them, and her fingers pause for a moment, before resuming their gentle thrusting, trembling against him. The coils wrapping around them both, scents of desire mixed with the oil, the touches, real and phantom...

She slides down him again, teeth nipping playfully at his hip, calling on all her training to keep from shattering apart. Her fingers slide out, still teasingly light, and she focuses to replace them with phantom ones of her own, which resume the gentle thrusts, going deeper, wrapping around what seems to give him such pleasure. Her tongue darts out to trace his opening, dipping briefly inside with the phantoms, then parting his legs to slide lower, teasing the underside of his sac.