Reyesvilla's hands, slick with oil, trace the woman's vulva, her inner thighs, avoiding her most sensitive spot. She moans, her nipples hardening, her hips bucking slightly. He takes his time, his touch firm yet tender, exploring her folds, her wetness. He slips two fingers inside, feeling her clench around him, her breath coming in short gasps. She begs for more, for release, and he grants it, his fingers moving faster, harder, until she cries out, her body convulsing with pleasure.