I twisted my fingers 180 degrees so that I could start massaging her G-spot and as I did she started to talk loudly “Oh yessss, that’s the spot, please don’t stop now. Xnx I felt it too. Just a little, only a few larger drops in the middle appeared to be touched as if someone had taken a finger and pulled it across the floor or a tongue because it appeared to be a bit too wide for it to match a finger. Turned out I started being a pussy right before I had made it to the front door and turned back, went the living room, thought about it and still went for it and kept repeating to myself “comoooon dude, what’s the worst that can happen, it’s not like some kind of a beast will come and tear my limbs off *gulp* ” .
