Tania widened her eyes, although this time she didn't dodge at all when she felt her whole body being spoiled by Baron Jason's caresses, who snaked skillfully as if this is what he's always done in the last decade.
Her breath, which had been stagnating more and more irregularly, slowly closed her eyes, letting the sensitivity of her skin work, like beads of a magnet standing up when it was pushed.
"Are you trying to say something?" whispered Baron Jason, grinning triumphantly. The caresses that have not stopped, spread to various points that are normal and vice versa, as if they want to wipe the dried blood that has clotted, or maybe wipe the intimate things hidden inside. "Just say what you want to say!"
But he didn't get anything, except for a gentle writhing that was rampant. Feet treading on the mat and the churning void of air shifted from cold to hot in a strange way.
