Hmmmm. Dina's moan was a low, throaty sound that resonated within her chest, her body arching into Gon's touch like a cat craving affection.
His fingertips danced across her skin, weaving a spell of pleasure that left her gasping and aching for more.
In turn, her hands trailed over the taut muscles of his back, tracing intricate patterns with her fingers.
Her touch was a siren song, urging him deeper into the feverish embrace.
At last, Gon's hands found their destination, settling over the inviting swell of Dina's breasts.
Her body arched further into his touch, her nipples hardening to taut peaks under his expert ministrations.
He teased her with maddening patience, his fingers drawing lazy circles around the sensitive buds.
His touch sent jolts of electricity shooting through her body, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he tormented her with his tantalizing caresses.
Dina's body had become a quivering, writhing mass of pleasure.
