CHAPTER 30: OUR GAME (TWO)
Immersed in how passionate it was this time, my body shuddered when I felt his hand on top of my chest.
I don't have a brassier underneath, but this thin fabric of a nightie. As I felt his burning palms, I sighed as he massaged them.
I moaned and bit my lower lip. He would massage them but later taunting them bare. A heat crawls from my feet up to my belly for what he did. He left my mouth but brushed his lips down to my neck toward one of my proud chests. Biting while taunting the other, I pulled my right arm toward my mouth and buried my teeth as I whimpered.
Him pleasuring using my body, this must be the part of what they called foreplay.
