It was a passionate moment for us, resonating from our quarrel. As Dolores will call it, 'lovers quarrel'.
Tyril kissed me slowly and I reciprocated it and soon our kiss turned into a passionate one. His lips went from my lips down to my neck as his hand went from my hips to my waist. He squeezed my waist gently, giving me pleasure from the little pain I felt. He placed soft kisses all over my neck and I threw my head back a bit just to enjoy the feeling of his warm lips on my skin. His breath on my skin also made it very pleasurable.
