Mature Content!!! r-18!!
Ch-186
Zaros pressed his lips harder against hers, untying the knot of her bathrobe. He could now feel her skin directly. She wore nothing underneath. She didn't even wear a bra. The robe made it look like she was wearing something underneath her clothes. He hissed, sensing her need for him to mirror his own. Groaning into her mouth, Zaros's calloused palms explored her curves, making her arch her back in response. With her softness pressing against his manhood, they clung to each other, separated only by his clothes.
It was unfortunate that their only barrier was his attire. Adira yearned to remove his clothes, but their passionate kiss hindered any attempt. Undeterred, she began with his pants, her hands brushing against his growing arousal, making him groan.
