Hmm, someone's bad habit of kissing people too frequently has cropped up again.
But it was only after someone's restless hands slid beneath the hem of her clothes that Jane Sampson realized this person was boiling the frog in warm water, now starting to take an inch and go a mile!
James Black's kisses had moved from her lips to her neck, and Jane Sampson, feeling feverishly hot, was pinned down by his full weight, as heavy as a mountain. She gasped for air while pushing against him with all her might, wishing she had an extra hand to hold back her heart, which felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
"Stop it~" James Black's voice was husky but somewhat sensual. A simple "stop it" carried with it an air of indescribability, both flirtatious and indulgent.
With just one hand, he captured both of hers above her head, firmly restraining them. Without her hands to push him away, the pressure of his upper body against hers grew more intense.
