Trying desperately to stifle a moan Wanre was thankful of the hood for the moment as his eyes were rolling into the back his head. The heat from her hand alone was beginning to take its toll, and the massaging of his head was near unbareable, he was sure that is this continued to much longer he erupt in the middle of the street.<br/><br/>"<strong>Nau, zhennu jabbress</strong>I<strong>inbal naut</strong>felt the, the<strong>xta'rl</strong>of any<strong>j'nesst</strong>in many years."<br/><br/>The teasing was becoming to much, the pleasure of the touch was beginning to affect his knees and legs, as much as he tried to stay still as he assumed was required he wobbled and shuffled ever so slightly where he stood it felt as the very sand was shifting beneath him daring him to try and stay in one place.