"I would never let you off the easily, draga*."

Wanda's head falls back against his chest the moment he entraps her sensitive nipple between the pads of his index finger and thumb; an unhindered moan of pleasure escapes her lips. It takes a significant amount of restraint to keep herself from reaching behind her to pleasure him, and she wants him to feel as good as he makes her feel. She moans again, her hips shifting to feel more of his touch against her aching pussy.

The fingers pressed against her panties can feel how wet she is from teasing alone.

"I always want more of you, I don't think this desire for you can ever be sated, but I want you to tease me a little longer," she purrs as she tilts her head up, letting her nose brush against the underside of his jaw.