Both of Elvira's hands were on Wivior's firm chest. Her brain had stopped working the moment she had laid her eyes on his bare torso. Now, desire was the only thing guiding the movements of her hands. She traced her fingers along the defined lines of his drool-worthy ripped body. What would happen if she bit and sucked on it?
She got down on her knees, and her mouth fell on Wivior's tight abdomen, seeking an answer. Softly, she planted countless kisses there. The warmth of his skin and the firmness of muscle and bone made it a pleasant sensation. She brought the tip of her tongue forward and swirled it around him, followed by a sucking motion. Her plan to taste his body involved licking and sucking. It was like enjoying the finest flavor of candy, which had instantly become her new favorite.
Unable to hold back the urge to sink her teeth into his cuts, Elvira bit him.
"Ouch!" Wivior cried. "I might be delicious, but I am still a person."
