Warm male lips touched her bare shoulder: first carefully, as if afraid to scare her with the passion raging in her blood, and then furiously, forcing her to lean back and open up. Male hands joined the love attack, sliding over the burning arched female body, tearing her off all his coverings, to the last rag. Burning kisses and sensual touches of strong, experienced fingers merged into a single voluptuous game, whose name is madness.