ANGELINE felt that warm hand caressing the surface of her abdomen. She could not stop the slight growl from slipping on her lips. Her feet were restlessly rubbing the bed mattress in an up and down movement with the sensation creeping across her. Her feet's kept in that motion of up and down like yearning for something. It was as if her consciousness was burning even more as that hand crawled up to the peak of her chest.
She sighed helplessly at the same time as the slight growl escaped her lips and her body was on fire.
The Burning feeling that enslaves her intensifies, accompanied by squirming and moaning.
That hot breath brought a tickle right to her neck. She heard that ragged cry of desire.
"Babe…" a whispered favored endearment, but she heard it. The more it got worse, her need to be touched.
