"I see, wife!" Aragon said with a small nod as he touched her without warning. He shifted her panties to the side, and there was nothing she could do to keep the incoherent words from leaving her lips, and she grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets as she struggled to stay sane.
This had to be the sweetest torture she's ever felt. She didn't know how to explain the feeling. It was simply out of this world, as his fingers were doing magic on her. He had taken up that possessed look again as he kept unleashing his finger on her, coaxing her body into falling apart for him. She was so wet that his hands kept making slippery noises against her flower, and Raziah couldn't tell where she was anymore.
