Pirouette combination. My hand steady at her waist, the other guiding her arm through the preparation. She spun—four rotations this time, faster, sharper—and I matched her timing perfectly, supporting just enough to extend her balance without interfering with her technique.
Except halfway through I released her waist.
She kept spinning.
Seven rotations. Eight. Nine.
I'd given her enough momentum and perfect enough balance that she didn't need support anymore and enough stimulation that she was seconds from coming mid-spin.
She finished, stumbled slightly, and I was there—catching her before she fell, steadying her, bringing her back to center with my hand now fully inside her leotard, two fingers buried deep in her spasming cunt.
"I've never..." She was breathing hard, eyes wide, hips grinding shamelessly against my hand. "Nine rotations. I've never done nine rotations in my life… and I've never been this fucking close to coming on a man's fingers while still spinning."
