Markus Rokar's hands, slick with oil, roam over Lunara's body, her shy demeanor melting under his expert touch. He pauses at her pussy, the scent of her arousal filling the room. Her breath hitches as he slips a finger inside, her hips bucking slightly. He adds another, stretching her, as she bites her lip to suppress a moan. Her body responds, her pussy clenching around his fingers, begging for more.