Andrey's fingers continued their slow, deliberate rhythm, circling Lumy's clit with just enough pressure to make her breath catch. Her hips twitched beneath his touch, a soft, shaky moan escaping her lips.
"Ahh… hnng…"
Her body was responding faster than she expected. Each stroke sent waves of heat through her, building slowly, steadily. Her thighs trembled, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to steady herself.
'Why… why does it feel this good…? It's completely different from when I touch myself…'
Andrey watched her face—the way her lips parted, the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her eyes fluttered half-closed. He increased the pressure slightly, his thumb circling her clit in a steady rhythm.
"Ahn—!"
A sharp gasp escaped her, her back arching. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps as the pleasure built higher, coiling tighter in her core.
'Nhn… I can't… it's building too fast…'
