However.
He just turned around, without even seeing her face clearly, but he felt a piercing pain, warmth, and tickling sensation in his throat.
Multiple experiences, scattering all at once.
Ultimately, she clenched her teeth together, with the tip of her teeth biting a small piece of his flesh. After rolling her tongue around a few times, Yvonne Finley finally lowered the tips of her toes she had been standing on. She smoothed the collar of his white robe for him, admiring the sensual mark left on his throat.
"Are we good now?" Although she was asking, her actions were decisive and her tone was declarative.
Caleb Baker raised his hand, lightly touching the side of his throat, the pain was still there, she really had bitten him hard.
He didn't need a mirror to know what it was like.
Looking at the woman's bright and soft eyes.
He just reached out and poked her in the center of her forehead with his fingertips.
"It depends on your performance."
