A mixture of warmth and softness washed over Desmond's skin every time Sasha kissed him, it was as if Sasha's tender lips were on fire giving Desmond a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
Perhaps it was this feeling that made Desmond want to take the initiative for a moment, holding Sasha's butt up and lifting the girl, Desmond walked over to another desk and without much thought knocked over everything on the desk before putting down Sasha's delicate body on top of it.
Demonstrating an experience worlds apart from Sasha's, Desmond removed Sasha's clothing until she was left in only her underwear. Desmond took a couple of seconds to admire the wonder of nature before he mimicked Sasha's behavior by kissing the girl's neck and working his way down to her breast.
The difference was that Desmond didn't stop at Sasha's heart but he kept going down her as he painted his lips on the blank canvas that was Sasha's body until Desmond reached her navel.
