Ashma closed her eyes and took in the feeling of his kiss. His soft lips on her lips were heavenly. The stole over their head hid them from the world. Slowly, she pushed her tongue softly into his mouth. Yong-Sun let out a gasp. The tongues entwined with each other. They were not even stopping to catch their breath. It felt as if this was their last kiss and wanted to die kissing each other. There was an urgency to the kiss.
Yong-Sun sucked on her tongue making her moan with pleasure. He swirled his tongue around her mouth dancing with her tongue. His hands moved to her thighs and slightly lifted her Kurti. His hands moved to her stomach, her soft, silky skin made him lose his mind.
