This kiss, lingering and ambiguous.
For a full ten minutes, she was almost suffocated by his kiss, her entire small body, limp, hanging onto him.
Her sexy little lips had already become slightly red from his kisses, making them even more alluring and seductive!
He was punishing her.
Undeniably, he too had stirred a fire within himself, hot, swollen, and aching!
A certain indescribable place, brazen and arrogant, directly propped up a huge tent!
Pain.
It felt like his pants would burst!
He took hold of the woman's small hand, placed it on his bulge, instructing: "Grip it tighter, feel my heart!"
Struggling to endure, even his voice became hoarse and deepened.
Through the pants, Eva Nightingale almost got burned! He was so hot, so brazen!
Her little hand couldn't quite hold it all!
So scared, Eva quickly pulled back her arm, her cheeks flushed crimson: "That's not your heart!"
