(R)18+ [I warn thee; the next two chapters are not for the faintest of hearts - TRQ]
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The space around them gradually warmed, and Song Luli could not tell if it was the heat of their bodies pressing against each other or the fire that scorched by. Regardless, Song Luli was too immersed in the way he took her mouth; she knew french kissing was amorously arousing, but his skill made her realize that she should have initiated this earlier.
Long Jie rested a palm on the wall, enclosing Song Luli. His other hand lifted one of her thighs to the side of his hip.
Song Luli put one of her hands over the bulge of his pants, at the hard and rigid part of his body. Long Jie shuddered against her, bowing his head over her shoulder. She licked across his ear as her hand teased below.
Long Jie began to unfasten the buttons of her nightshirt, slipping it off, over her shoulders. He then unclasped the back of her bralette, tossing it aside.
