<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scaras mind was racing, fear, lust, want. She wasn't sure anymore, wasn't quite aware of the fact that Marcus seemed to not be afraid of what extra body parts she had. <br/>
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She was about to protest weakly about her dress being moved up but was stopped by the feel of Marcus' lips once again on hers. As they kissed Scara felt Marcus' own bulge poking her and she instinctively ground her hips against him. His next words would have made her cry had she not been in such heat. She didn't deserve this man, and now had a goal to make sure he was pleasured till he felt utter euphoria. <br/>
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Scara felt his hand move up her skirt, but her mind was otherwise preoccupied until suddenly his fingers stroked softly at her member. Scara sucked in such a quick breath of aor it hitched in her throat, a low moan floating from her lips. She moved her mouth to Marcus' neck and began to lick, nip, and suck at the skin, trying to keep herself from pushing into his hand.</span></span></span>