Why I touch you III

I've instructed you to lie on your stomach, of which you comply to without argument.
Your breathing hastens as I slowly guide one of your legs to bend at the knee, to allow me the access needed... goosebumps rise on your ass while I draw my hand up into your groin... this is why I touch you.
Your pussy is sopping wet, the outer labia swollen from excitement...
I reach my arm under your body to embrace you, in an effort to pull you in closer as I slowly push my thumb into your box... settling in, probing for the bundle of nerves that is your G-spot...found it-- this is why I touch you.
The electricity is flowing through your snatch now... so much so, that you keep lifting your ass up-- eager for more.
I direct my middle finger to your clit for some much needed attention, all the while burrowing my thumb deep into your pussy... that little bundle of nerves throwing off charge after charge of spasms.... wave after wave of climaxes washing over your body, you cry out in between breaths your approval.
Too many orgasms to count, endless... as the wonderful honey from your pussy washes over my hand, it splashes your inner thighs to the bed... this, this is what reminds me of why I touch you.