"Those are the memories of our son!" she revealed, her face blushing with embarrassment .
I felt a surge of confusion, ready to protest, but before I could react, she leaned into me.
Our lips met in an unexpected kiss, her warm breath mixing with mine, and her tongue delicately brushing my lips.
I wanted to push her away because deep inside, I feel like kissing her was not right.
However, the taste of her saliva mingling with mine made me lightheaded. The aroma of her sweat also triggered something in me.
In that moment, my tongue responded to hers, twisted in a dance that seemed to satisfy our desire.
She pushed me backward until I found myself lying on the sofa, the texture of the fabric beneath me adding to the sensory experience.
