"Slrp… mmm…" The sound was softer now, more desperate, as she ground her hips against his hand, her cave dripping with need. Mikhailis's fingers moved faster, plunging deeper, his thumb circling her clit with relentless precision. "OHH… GODS… PLEASE!" she shouted, her voice breaking as her body shuddered, her arousal spilling in a warm, viscous flood that coated his hand and thighs.
The air grew hotter, the scent of their mingled fluids—sweet, musky, and primal—thickening with every movement. Mikhailis lifted Nessa now, her lithe frame light in his powerful arms, her legs parting instinctively as he pressed her against a nearby shelf. The wood pulsed beneath her, as if alive with their passion. His lips claimed hers, his tongue plunging deep to muffle her cries. "Slrp… haah… mmmh…" Her minty taste flooded his senses, sharp and intoxicating, as his length pressed against her cave, the tip brushing her slick entrance.
