The hand of the man she had placed on her thigh was becoming greedy the more his grazes were allowed. Touching the smoothness below her torn skirt as his arm brought her however it could nearer to his body... having his way with the lips he wanted to himself, kissing them chaotically thirsty of the slippery inside she sweetly owned... while she tried to return his passion as well as her little experience permitted, as well as while she coped with the complexity his hand's eagerness instilled within her being.
'O-oh… oh god… haa' — Having difficulty as she tried to manage her breathing at his relentless craving, Marianne's blush strengthened with shyness, feeling shivers caress the air in her lungs as his hand's touch felt the hottest on her flesh. Becoming troubled with her heart's willingness on indulging to the dangers of his passion. — 'T-this is… mh~ god… somebody stop me…'
