Perhaps it has been a long time since feeling the comfort of a man's touch.
Maybe it's the thrill and tension of what is happening now.
As Su Ming's lips just brushed against that little cherry, An Mo's body reacted.
Sucking, licking, nibbling, even kneading.
Every action brought her a different experience.
"So fragrant, so soft."
Murmuring softly, Su Ming once again buried his head in the softness, unable to extricate himself.
Feeling the man's presence over her body, An Mo's gaze started to become hazy.
The events of that night kept An Mo awake for a long time.
It had always been the moment she craved most over the years.
Especially upon reaching thirty, her needs in that area had peaked.
Having not broken the precedent was fine, but once it was broken, it was like a tide, uncontrollable.
Perhaps An Mo had not noticed that fluids were already flowing unconsciously below.
After a while of kissing, Su Ming leaned forward, gently kissing An Mo's earlobe.
