The teenager bit his lip, then finally reached out to push her and looked away. "I'm going to take a cold shower."
He sat on the edge of the bed, his long, straight legs wrapped in his nightgown, his white skin glowing with a thin red under his slightly open collar, his fingers pulling gently at the collar, his slightly messy hair covering his dark eyes.
Jessica's face was hot, but deep down she felt helpless.
Helpless and soft emotions filled her heart, and her face became more and more hot. She grasped the hand pushed by the man, looked at it with her clear eyes, and bit her lip. Me to I'll help you."
He leaned on the head of the bed, trimming his clear body, allowing her to cover his body, and a slightly confused emotion floated in his beautiful eyes: "What..."
The girl's lips pressed, her fingers dug into her nightgown, and her fingertips brushed gently across her hard, beautiful abs.
The teenager opened his beautiful eyes wide.
His face, which had always been indifferent and cool, took on some other expression, and almost immediately he grasped his thin, beautiful lips and averted his eyes so as not to let out any sound of emotion between them.
Long white fingers buckle the soft silk quilt, the high bridge of the nose in an instant of fine beads of sweat, the young white cheeks, the tide of lust.
White pajamas lined with clear skin, the young man finally could not help from the lips out of a low SOB, helplessly raised his hands, wrist skin dazzling white, scrambled to cover their eyes.
In the dark eyes, the sparkling water is almost full of overflow, it looks really poor.
To be honest, Jessica used to think that her girlfriend was normal, but now she suddenly felt that she was actually a strange aunt who bullied beautiful teenagers.
This, this man... It's too pure.
Listening to the intermittent wheezing and whimpering between his thin lips, and the almost flustered movements, Jessica gently pulled down his hand and kissed the corner of his lips.
The man, whose eyes were half-opened, quietly quivered his lashes and kissed her lips in return.
When everything finally ended, the young man gasped against the head of the bed, the messy broken hair covered his forehead, and the red cheeks showed an abnormal beauty.
He held her close, buried his head on her neck, panted slightly, but spoke quietly.
The girl blushed and said, "I... I'm going to wash my hands, well, it's getting late, go to bed..."
"Don't."
Usually quiet people, suddenly very sticky up, cool voice calm, with just the emotion of the dark dumb, and a bit of soft.
"Don't sleep. Don't go back."
Jessica blinks.
The man paused, then slowly released his hand, looked away from her, and bit his lip:
"Anyway... Don't go."
Jessica went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and when she came back, she saw that the man had buried himself in a white silk quilt, only revealing the red tips of his ears.
... MHM. I want to know how shy people should be when they blush even after a kiss.
She coughed and took a step toward the door. "Well, I'd better go back to bed..."
The person on the bed stretched out white fingers, gently pulled down the quilt, revealing delicate cheeks, black eyes looked over, bite lips: "Don't."
He came barefoot to hold her, and then turned to the bed, blushing on the side, but his tone was insistent: "Don't go back, sleep here."