Under the dim lamplight, Medi's short dress becomes a temptation Aritz can't resist. He runs his hands up her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She squirms, her breath coming in short gasps as he reaches the hem, his fingers brushing against her damp panties. She moans softly, her body arching towards him, eager for more. He obliged, his hands roaming, exploring, teasing, as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.