Chapter 397
The hand of the man she had placed on her thigh was becoming greedy the more his grazes were allowed. Touching the smoothness below her torn skirt as his arm brought her however it could nearer to his body... having his way with the lips he wanted to himself, kissing them chaotically thirsty of the slippery inside she sweetly owned... while she tried to return his passion as well as her little experience permitted, as well as while she coped with the complexity his hand’s eagerness instilled within her being.
’O-oh... oh god... haa’ — Having difficulty as she tried to manage her breathing at his relentless craving, Marianne’s blush strengthened with shyness, feeling shivers caress the air in her lungs as his hand’s touch felt the hottest on her flesh. Becoming troubled with her heart’s willingness on indulging to the dangers of his passion. — ’T-this is... mh~ god... somebody stop me...’
Aware she was not to stop Zeleskiaz if becoming more brazen, Marianne’s puffs collided with his as she tried to also have more of his taste... and so, to her gaping hazard... his eyes opened, finding sight of the fair lady’s blush that incited a last bite on her lower lip before his hand took advantage and slowly moved her bare leg open... so more of the closeness his soul desired with craze could be gained.
"Fuhh... My lady...*smooch*... please stop me..." — Clearly troubled for he was too aware of his craves, Zeleskiaz begged in heated puffs of a sigh to the dazed woman. Provoking more conflict in Marianne for she did not wish to stop any of their superficial grazes. And even as her leg was moved with more intense grazes in mind...
’... I can’t...’
"nh... My lady...!"
’I can’t stop us, Zel...’
With echoing passion, Marianne sighed inwardly... Taking instead hold of his soft, straight and golden hair as she invited him recklessly.
"Mph! Last Marianne..!"
The excitement of the prince skyrocketed with the unmistakable seduction Marianne was giving as she pulled him. Even losing stability... that made his hand that once was on her waist fall on the surface of the commode, needing its support to not fall on top of the woman without mercy.