[Margaret's Perspective]
I had just recovered from the intense kiss, but Donald was already kissing my neck. When he kissed, it was decidedly erotic. He rubbed his lips down my body, inch by inch, kissing in a meticulous and painstaking manner. From time to time, he would leave red marks in some places. The tip of his tongue slid across my shoulder, leaving a trail of saliva. Its stickiness filled the air.
"Well… Donald…"
I tilted my head back and wriggled against him, as if I wanted to avoid his kiss and cater to him at the same time.
Donald spread his legs slightly. I sat on him with my butt in the air. He grabbed my butt with his fingers and rubbed it hard. I couldn't help but grab his body. I wanted to undo his clothes, but I couldn't.
Donald saw what I was up to. With a low laugh, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his lower body.
