With that, he began massaging her Melons, his fingers working the sensitive tissue. Dan Ya closed her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing. She was a mess of conflicting emotions, a cocktail of pain, pleasure, and fear.
He continued to massage her Melons, gradually increasing the pressure. Dan Ya moaned softly, her body arching involuntarily. He paused, his eyes locked on hers.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
She nodded, unable to speak.
He smiled again, a cruel, knowing smile. "Good. Now, let's move on to something else."
With that, he lowered his head and began to kiss her mouth. Her lips were warm and gentle, his touch was firm. He nibbled on her skin, one hand on her lips and the other on her Melons.
Dan Ya's body trembled with anticipation. She had never felt anything like this before. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
He moved down her body, his hands hovering over her navel.
