Demian whispered in a low, heavy voice, keeping his gaze fixed on her face, now blushing shyly, though with an unmistakable glint of challenge in her eyes.
Valerie responded by stroking his hair, her fingers weaving gently through the dark strands.
But tonight, she wasn't going to be passive; her hand drifted downward, boldly seeking Demian's hardness, her touch light yet full of intent, making Demian's breath hitch in his throat.
"Why don't you just take it off?" Valerie whispered, a challenge and invitation rolled into one.
Demian didn't hesitate, obliging her with a smile that made Valerie's cheeks flush deeper, her lips curving in a slow, knowing grin.
As Demian responded to Valerie's touch, he found her already warm and ready beneath the nightgown.
"You get wet so easily," Demian teased, earning a soft laugh from Valerie, the first moans beginning to escape her lips as Demian let his fingers slip into her secret warmth.
