<div style="text-align: justify;">“Then it’s your turn to lay onto your back, my dear heart.” Oena said and she kissed his lips briefly. She opened her arms for him to move out of her embrace and quickly turned to her side. She pressed her lips to his nearest shoulder as her hand explored his chest slowly going lower and lower. Her lips followed her hand, only seconds behind. From time to time, as she brushed her lips on his warm skin, her gaze went up to look at him. Though the kisses, if Vanyel looked at her, he would see the corners of her lips raised into a smile.<br/><br/>Her hand reached his hard manhood, leaving not part of it unexplored with her warm hand. “You’ll have to stop me.” She whispered, and she lowered her head, wrapping her lips around him. Oena’s tongue explored the soft-skinned surface slowly, and then the woman lowered her head, taking more of his erection into her mouth. She could taste his skin, his arousal; it was a familiar taste that she had quickly learned to love. Her hand stroked him slowly, in sync with her mouth. Her hand was firm but gentle, as if she was trying to arouse more, but very slowly, since there were no reasons for them to rush into anything.<br/><br/>Just like Vanyel, Oena had never gone to someone else. She had had one man before him, and it was the man who had opened her. She had never sought to share the Pleasures with anyone else and why would she? She had a man, her own husband, right here and ready to give her what she needed, whenever she needed it. Besides, even if her confidence with Vanyel had grown until she felt completely comfortable, Oena remained rather shy when it came to anything intimate with someone else.<br/></div>