His tongue danced and swirled over the soft tender skin, tracing the line of her inner thigh as his hands traveled higher. His fingers grazed the edges of her lace panties, and her heart leaped in her chest.
"Markus..." she gasped, arching her back, as electric pulses of desire coursed through her body. He heard her breath hitch, and his own appetite grew out of control. The smell of her arousal was driving him crazy, but now it was not about him, but about her. It was about giving and not taking. They would have their entire lives for other things, but what he wanted now was to make her feel good.
With a wicked grin, Markus slipped his fingers beneath her petite panties, teasing her damp folds before trailing his fingertips to her throbbing c**t, eliciting a soft moan.
"Oh god, Markus,
