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Leal's system is burning with desire as if every part that his hand touches burns her and lights it up in flames- flames that pleasure her.
"What do you want tonight, schatzi?" he spoke very slowly, matching his pace with his hands on her. His other hand started climbing up from her back to her waist. "You're not the type to wear thin satin robes for the night."
She couldn't formulate an answer because her mind can't work. It's distracted by his hands all over her, making tiny circles, and arousing her more.
"I..." She bit her lip. "I want you..."
His wandering touch stilled. "Schatzi, face me."
Embarrassed by what she said, she avoided him more. Sighing, Axel adjusted his position and sat with her on
