Knowing my fiancée, I start caressing her thigh a bit firmer, full of love, pats, inevitably smiling as I feel her quads and inner thigh wobbling in my hand at the same time I bring my other hand to her cheek, caressing it with all the tenderness and loving care I can.

I feel my heart start beating faster with the combination of my fiancée's sensual soft thigh jiggling in my hand and her precious hot tear being caught with my thumb. I encourage her to keep it up: "Have I told you how beautiful, even sensual, you look right now? I'm not sure if I should apologize in advance or just wait for a firm tent to form in my pants."