Ana continued to lick the tasteless white fabric, tracing his tongue against the covered skin of the girl who was caressing him, gently above her nipple, then clockwise around it, and next anticlockwise downwards, and with force- sideways below her protruding candy, and finally, Ana pushed on her greatness, perfectly wetting it with his eager drool and turning the pure cloth into a dirty spit drain.
"Love…" She rubbed the back of Ana's head. "Do you hate me…?"
Ana was still being restrained, and he could feel that nothing except his tongue had much respect for his orders, that is, even his motor controlled limbs were being far too disobedient for Ana's taste.
"..." So, Ana did what he does best whenever he gets beaten by her, well, at least when he used to get beaten by her.
He let his eyelids fall halfway, resting his tongue on her nipple, and with his lips parted like a delirious patient, Ana blankly stared at her.
