Dysea contained her gasp of incredible delight as Anja's wonderfully long tongue trailed across the inside of her satiny thigh with measured intent. Her long fingers entwined in Anja's silky Persian red hair and her belly tightened in anticipation. Their auras were running hot for each other, and had been since they had returned to the home they shared with Martin. Whether it was the fighting or the aftereffects of that, neither of them cared as they had not tasted each other in days, and both of them were burning with need for each other as well as Martin.
"Please… Melyanna… don't… don't tease me!" Dysea gasped.
Dysea wore a simple button down white shirt that was now unbuttoned and open to reveal her firm breasts and her maddeningly hard nipples. Sweat was beginning to form between her breasts, adding a fine sheen to her already deeply tanned skin. Her thighs quivered when Anja delicately traced the outer folds of her pussy with a fingertip.
