Stroking myself intimately, I stared at the Gypsy maiden as she reached beneath the rippling silvery surface of the water and began m**********g in earnest. Though I longed to feel her lithe, slippery body beneath my hands, the mere sight of her face was almost enough to bring me off. Trying to prolong my secret pleasures, I sowed my feverish fingertips. I relished the girl’s unguarded expression of utter bliss, the way her upturned mouth gasped helplessly for air, the beautiful cheeks framed in cascades of wet sable. Her eyelids were closed and sensuously flushed.
I bit my lip in disappointment as the girl turned her back, and in my passion I almost thought to try to get a better view. But I smiled as I saw that she was merely stepping up on some rocks, climbing higher out of the pool. M
