The exquisite image of our dearest dollmaker, her warm olive skin naked and exposed - sprawled across your lap. The oh so subtle whimpers as you stroke over her in a slow, teasing manner. Watching as her womanhood begins to grow in arousal within your hand. "Uh, uh." You whisper, a playful smirk curling at your lips, "Good girls have to be patient, remember?" She shudders at the feeling of your breath upon her neck, whining as she bucks herself into you. "Please, amore."