Marina R-18 II

"Master," she whispered, her voice thick with longing.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a soft, teasing kiss that ignited a fire within her. His hand moved lower, his fingers now exploring the sensitive folds of her. He found the swollen bud of her clitoris and began to circle it with his fingertip, a delicate dance of touch that intensified the pleasure.

"AHHHHHH!"

"NNNNN-MASTER! I FEEL LIKE GOING CRAZYYY!"

Marina moaned, her hips lifting instinctively to meet his touch.

"Then go crazy!"

He increased the pressure, his thumb now teasing and tormenting, sending waves of pure sensation through her. Her breathing became ragged, her body trembling with the building anticipation.

He lowered his head, his lips finding the peak of her breast. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer, deeper.