A few hours before she arrived.
Two people lay face to face on a black leather sofa, their breath blowing against each other's face. At the same time, they both slept lightly inside a quiet room. Cryska rubbed her face against his chest as her drool dribbled down him.
The two stirred under the moonlight, penetrating the windows on the opposite wall. Two hours had passed since the pair returned here. At that moment, Zell's eyes snapped open, only to find this plump lady in his arms, holding him tight.
'She's quite soft and big!'
Thanks to the long sleep, his mind was no longer attacked by the desire to push this woman down. He would never believe this woman was a mother as he looked down at her pretty face and soft, pink lips. This was before he saw the pictures.
