Lumberling climbed atop her, eyes dark with hunger. He kissed down the curve of her breast, circling her nipple with the flat of his tongue while his left hand resumed its teasing, pinching, rolling, coaxing whimpers from her mouth.
"A-ah…" Aurelya cried softly, her thighs rubbing together beneath him, the heat between her legs steadily growing.
Then his hand trailed lower, leaving her breast to trace the gentle dip of her navel, following the curve of her stomach until he reached the edge of her panties. The white lace was soaked through, clinging transparently to her mound, revealing the contour of her slit beneath.
He groaned quietly at the sight. With practiced slowness, his fingers traced the outline of her womanhood, just skimming over the damp cloth. She shuddered under the featherlight touch.
"Ahh…" she gasped, hips twitching slightly. Her voice was a breathy melody, soft and high-pitched.
