Between the bodies was the boiling temperature.
She could feel the man's burning chest, and he could feel her sweet breath.
Joseph's kiss was down, and Irish's head was aside, whose eyes were half-open. Her beautiful little face bloomed with red flowers in the dim lights, which made people pity her.
The man's big hands were more restless, the smoothness he felt had made him emotional, and the woman's soft body made him more restless.
A wet thing moistened Joseph's fingers. With a bad smile, he said in her ears, "Naughty woman."
The hot breath swept her cheeks, and the man's drilling fingers made her body taut. The temperature of the tough, slender fingers stimulated her softest position, and he kept drilling into her heart.
At this moment, her body was like a fire.
The man's heavy breath became more intense and mingled with her rapid breathing.
