Hmm, soone’s bad habit of kissing people too frequently has cropped up again.
But it was only after soone’s restless hands slid beneath the hem of her clothes that Jane Sampson realized this person was boiling the frog in warm water, now starting to take an inch and go a mile!
Jas Black’s kisses had moved from her lips to her neck, and Jane Sampson, feeling feverishly hot, was pinned down by his full weight, as heavy as a mountain. She gasped for air while pushing against him with all her might, wishing she had an extra hand to hold back her heart, which felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
"Stop it~" Jas Black’s voice was husky but sowhat sensual. A simple "stop it" carried with it an air of indescribability, both flirtatious and indulgent.
With just one hand, he captured both of hers above her head, firmly restraining them. Without her hands to push him away, the pressure of his upper body against hers grew more intense.
His breath was not exactly light as it swept across her cheek, then slowly moved downwards, to her neck, then her shoulder, then her chest.
Before this, Jane Sampson had never known the magical ability of a person’s kiss, the way it seed to strip away another person’s strength, layer by layer, leaving their body completely limp and powerless.
She also learned the enchanting power of a kiss; wherever his lips landed, they ignited a tingling heat over that patch of skin.
Jane Sampson didn’t realize when Jas Black had undone her pajamas, nor did she know where he had tossed her sleeping pants. By her pillowside lay his robe.
After a bath, Jane Sampson wasn’t in the habit of wearing a bra. At this mont, she resembled a thoroughly cooked shrimp, her entire body flushed red.
Jane Sampson, drained of her strength to push him away, found herself overtaken by an emotion that frightened even her.
It was a blend of confusion and desire.
His kisses continued downward, gently sweeping over places he had never kissed in all these years.
It turned out that kisses could do more than just lock lips.
Jas Black thought to himself how every inch of her was just so sweet.
It turned out that the bedroom happiness between husband and wife could cause such distraction and make self-control so difficult.
"Jane..." Jas Black murmured her na softly, repeating it over and over, "Jane, Jane."
The woman beneath him, with eyes like water, reflected his image in her pupils. At this mont, her eyes held nothing but his figure. She didn’t respond to him, no matter how many tis he called her na; she just kept gently biting her lip without making a sound.
"Hmm~"
A soft, alluring, and subtly poignant sound.
On a sumr night with a beautiful moon and gentle breeze, 32 floors up, the sounds of sumr’s insects and birds were absent. In the bedroom, silence reigned, save for the sound of their heavy breaths and the occasional creaking of the bed.
Accompanied by the woman’s occasional suppressed moans, it was inevitably blush-inducing.
No one knew quite how much ti had passed before the bedroom finally fell quiet.
Jas Black looked down with a smile in his eyes at the woman in his arms, her head damp with sweat. He reached out and gently touched her forehead.
"Tired?" he asked.
The woman clinging to his waist fluttered her eyelashes slightly, her eyes still shut. Clearly she wasn’t asleep yet; she was just too lazy to deal with him.
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