Chapter 769 - The Missing Touch (2)

Their bodies pressed closer, skin against skin now, the heat of her breasts against his chest a delicious contrast to the alcove's cool stone. She's everywhere, rubbing against me. Lira's hips ground against his hand, her thighs slick, coating his fingers as she moaned louder, "MMH! MMH!" She's losing it, and I love it. Her free hand roamed his body, rubbing his chest, his abs, then lower, stroking his huge thing with a rhythm that matched their kiss, the "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds a relentless duet. Her touch, it's fire, it's everything. His tongue curled around hers, sucking fiercely, pulling with a need that felt sacred, tasting the raw essence of her. I'm addicted, and I don't care.