Ailsa's arched back collapsed, her delicate features flushed with sweat. Her white dress clung to her skin, leaving nothing to be desired. One could imagine every peak and crevice on her body, even the points of her proud peaks standing at attention.
Her hurried breathing was shallow, no small amount of fragrant liquid dripping between her legs.
She lay in a dazed state, her consciousness feeling hazy. She hardly knew what was going on around her. If it wasn't for the fact Ryu had caught her before she collapsed too heavily, she might have bashed her head into the ground.
At that moment, Ryu slowly awoke from his own stupor. He had almost gotten lost in a completely new world just then.
When he realized that Ailsa was in a half asleep, half awake state beneath him, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Did this woman just orgasm from a kiss? He couldn't say that he didn't feel quite proud, but wasn't she a bit too sensitive?
