To his statements, Ewelina desisted another attempt to escape. Obliged by the wild affection of her spouse to lean on his wet chest, who waited for her assignment to dig his nose in the wife's nape... Waiting for her body to lose the tension... so his hands could grope the fragrant sweetness of her hair and curves.
"... fhh…"
The warm exhalation on Ewelina's shoulder instilled anticipating lust on the wife, who after a while, also allowed her hands to touch the manly arms chaining her to his rough, tough… heated and firm force. Touching the toned limbs as she felt the manly spread-out hands of Aslak stroke her waist, hips and legs, opening them to tease a gap that would not be touched... Maliciously on purpose.
"... Aslak…"
"... What is it, Fatædi…" — Continuing to tease without granting the touch she craved, his thumb pressed on the outlined thigh, caressing it as his teeth nibbled on her shoulder to beastly lick the wet skin until her neck. — "Nhaaa… What is it…"