Elariel gasped as Tae'loren's lips dipped down and pressed against the lace of her panties. Her hand immediately threaded through his hair, lovingly holding his head as he moved back and forth over her skin, teasing her. She could feel the slow unravelling of the bow on her panties, and each new tug on it made her head spin with desire. If Tae'loren was hoping to tease her, to drive her wild with anticipation, then he was going about this the right way.<br/><br/>The lace of Elariel's panties was fully soaked by the time Tae'loren finally peeled the delicate fabric back from her aching folds. She was already hot and wet, her clit throbbing greedily as his face passed so close to her yet again.<br/><br/>"Oh please," She breathed, her desperation clear in her voice as her hips writhed beneath him. She ached to feel his tongue running between her folds, his fingers probing at her entrance. She needed something, anything, to tide her over until she could once more feel the hard thickness of his manhood within her once more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>