Her soft lips parted, her tongue barely touching them, she lets her eyes flutter half closed as her fingers glide slowly towards her heat, feeling the dampness and need there.
Her fingers ever so gently caress the outer skin, sliding up and down with the music as she continues to thrust her hips forward, painfully crying out for what she is denying herself.
As if against her will, her fingers slide deeper, pulling open the soft folds, stroking the now hard clit, coating themselves with her hot juices.
With a gasp, she bows backward until her hair is brushing against the sand. Her body continues to move with the music, swaying, undulating, thrusting, as her fingers probe deeper.
A slave of her own hot-blooded desires, she succumbs to the wild beast within her.
Her hips buck up and down as she rubs deeper and deeper into her openly exposed sex.
The strong scent of the Masters' lust fills her nostrils and they flare like a beast in heat. In a moment of clarity, she rises back onto her knees, eyes pleading, waiting for permission to finish the dance and to satisfy her painful need.
Her eyes burn into those of the Master.
Will he let her finish? Or will he finish her? Or will she be forced to leave the sands with her hunger bound and rubbing like a cold steel chain between her thighs?