Runa's fingers danced inside Arpious's mouth, pressing against her tongue and the sensitive roof of her mouth, exploring every inch with deliberate slowness. The sensation was maddening, a mixture of pleasure and frustration that left Arpious unable to form coherent words. Every time she tried to beg, her voice caught in her throat, turning into a pitiful whimper as her body trembled beneath Runa's touch.
Runa's other hand was no less relentless, gliding down Arpious's body with a feather-light touch that sent shivers through her entire frame. Her fingers traced the curves of Arpious's waist, then down to her hips, before slowly moving back up to her chest. Each teasing touch was electric, making Arpious squirm and writhe with need, her skin tingling where Runa's fingers had been.
