"No.. No wait.. Kizy, listen… wait.." Markus said through his ragged breathing.
Kizy paused in between, looking at Markus with her sparkly and innocent eyes. But her red swollen lips, her sweat filled forehead and her bare white skin near her shoulder, distracted Markus, making his member rise even more, his pleasure turning into pain.
He realised that drunk Kizy and sober Kizy were two different personalities. The sober Kizy would always shy away, and blush in intimate moments, while drunk Kizy was the one to initiate those intimate moments and take lead boldly.
"Wait, let me do it." Markus said, stabilising his breath.
His hands reached near hers, taking her hands and moving them away from his member.
He once again started kissing Kizy deeply, while one of his hands was working on his belt, trying to remove it as soon as he could.
But the belt was stuck and not opening even after several attempts.
