Moist and open orifice waiting, tensing, relaxing beckons and begs for entrance just to end the shreiking pleasure. Facile folicles feel the closeness as a hard shadow of heat passes, touches that glowing epicenter of flesh just above the petals with a slight bump. Sphincter tenses tightly while petals glow with dew spread apart, engorged and teased to fullness feeling the rim of hardness at the very elusive tip. Deep penetrations is only a breath away but pulls away, teasing hips to rise and quiver lifting, going forward hoping to capture the blunt fullness that teases and coerces. The constant mixing at the tip stirs embers until hard flames pulses, pulses, pulses no longer denying itself then one smooth, swift, quick entry fills the channel and rests at the bottom. Bit is all starts--with just the tip.