Her lips, so soft, so tender!
Quite plump and moist, exuding the intoxicating fragrance that's unique to a mature woman.
Oh!
I kept gnawing, sucking, relishing these two wonderful vermilion lips, my exhilaration reached its peak.
This woman, usually so vicious with her words, yet kissing her tasted so wonderful.
For a woman, a kiss is the most intimate of acts, and I was going to take revenge on her, completely subjugate her with my body.
Her humiliated, flustered gaze, and the silent tears rolling down her cheeks undoubtedly intensified my pleasure and the sense of conquering her.
I kissed her even harder, more roughly.
"Mm! Mm!"
She glared at me, tears streaming continuously: one moment in anger and humiliation, the next in fear, like a delicate little bunny, begging me with her eyes.
She pushed me a few times with her hands but then let go, seemingly afraid to provoke me further.
