The unmistakably wet and ready slit your fingers almost slip into quivers deliciously at your touch, the folds engorging as they fill with unspent desire, their flesh sensitive and achy. You slide your palm across the slowly-stiffening surface of your clitoral hoods before they swell enough to become exposed. Your body gives a gentle shudder at that, your scaly tail flicking wildly behind you. You slump down against the nearest upright surface since your legs seem to be too busy quivering to properly support you.
If one is this good... you thrust your other hand down to your crotch as fast as you can, brushing past your other wrist as you find your way to your behemoth cunt and stroke it with eager, feverish need. Paroxysms of pleasure rock your body, alternately locking and convulsing your muscles but not quite bringing you off yet; this is still mere foreplay. You curl your hand into a fist and drag your knuckles up and down that slit, spreading its lips slightly around your digit, rubbing yourself with both hands and letting out quiet little moans of enjoyment. This taste of ecstasy is almost too much and yet not nearly enough, and you plunge two sets of fingers into your eager openings.
Your other hand finds its way to your volleyball-sized breasts, and more importantly, to one of your buds. You pinch and tweak at your sensitive bud, really working it back and forth as you toy with your nethers, tugging it from time to time to shoot darts of pleasurable agony through your licentiously contorting form. With one back-arching plunge, you work a pair of fingers into your needy slit, thrusting again and again, so hard that the wet squelches of female bliss are distinctly audible.
