Athan was a multi-tasker, and Nathalie, on the other hand, was a team player.
Even getting caught into a heated moment, her skin realized the fabric pulling, slinking away from her. Her lips moaned aloud, with her back arching up, giving him space for his hands to take her clothes off.
Only her drenched lingerie remained lower and lower but also slipped rather easily from her round of squirms.
After which, in one tug at the waistband of his trousers, his undergarment also stripped off in one fell swoop.
He went to trade with his hand, squeezing the other nipple as though it missed his kisses and affection after a while ago, and all of the nerves in her body lit up from the slick plays he had given to her.
"Hah...Ahh! Hann.."
From top to bottom, he maneuvered his way—a few strokes and a pinch—and she screamed for more.
'My mind is going blank—this feeling… This feeling—!'
