But I know I can’t have you yet. I know you are not done playing. I must hold out, I don’t know if I can wait.. You begin trailing the whip around...my breasts, down to my pussy, and then down my legs to my feet, and then back up again. Ever so slowly, pausing when you make it to my slit. You pull it over my clit, teasing me. I buck my hips up to meet it, but it didn’t help.‘Crack’ across my clit goes the whip. My eyes almost come out of my head, and I about levitate off the bed. ’Crack’ again. The dangerous part about flying around inside Deimos was the treacherously uneven landscape and the rapid, wobbly rotation.Béla knew, from her studies, that there was a relatively calm cushion of air that rotated near the same speed as the inner surface of New Eden. In places, that air cushion could extend up for several thousand feet, depending on its temperature and density.'I'm flying the wrong way!' Béla realized, tiring as she fought against the increasing wind velocity. 'I should be using. My other hand dropped and unfastened the button and then unzipped the barrier to our continued joy, I met no resistance what so ever and soon the hand within her pants found her slit had more than dampened her panties as my fingers plied the puffed petals beneath the thin fabric with firm caress. I pushed the fabric of her pants over her hips, one side and then the other with my free hand until they dropped to her ankles in a swirling puddle as her body shook with the ravaging digits caressing. "She kept her eyes locked on his as she leaned forward, her arms unfolding.She held up one hand as her expression turned helpless."I had my heart set on some shoulder length gloves, but my hands havealways been big. I'm not sure if a woman's size large will fit. Let meshow you..."Her right hand closed the distance to his left hand, placing it on topsoftly. She then brought her left hand down onto his right, covering itwith a gentle firmness. Her reddish brown eyes turned back to Timothy,staring.