The temptation of dominika

Dominika lay on her back in the middle of a plush bed, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the deep crimson sheets. Her long legs were spread wide, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. The glistening pink folds of her sex were visible, swollen with arousal, as Marko approached the foot of the bed. Rivulets of clear fluid trickled down her thighs, soaking into the fabric below. Dominika's chest heaved with labored breaths, her rosy nipples peaked and ached to be touched. She gave Marko a lustful look, her desperation evident.