The warm oil oozing out from between my fingers and onto her bare shoulder, feeling like silk, the touch of flesh as I press easing something inside of me I didn’t know I needed easing, and from the moans I hear, easing something inside her as well, touching and being touched, the warm oil cooling yet never cool, oozing into the pores of her back, and fingers until I become what I touch, my flesh blending with her flesh with each slow stroke, no friction, just the movement, the up and down, the slow round and round, while I imagine how it all would feel, also the in and out, me oozing into her until we both feel like silk, drawn deeper and deeper inside.
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