Daphne's skin felt like it was on fire. If Wilke asked her right then, she would probably agree to anything he wanted, as long as he promised to keep making her feel like this. Her body undulated against his hand, soft, breathy moans escaping her lips as she tried to keep her eyes open, tried to keep watching him, her hand pausing in its rhythmic stroking so her fingers could explore his hard, warm length before gripping him again and resuming the previous motions.