Enson slowly lowered his head, and in the darkness, his lips first touched her face, then trailed down her cheek, inch by inch, until finding her lips where they gently covered hers.
His kiss started tender, slow, as if handling so fragile jewel.
Ling Momo blinked, it had been three months since she had this kind of intimate contact with any man. The sudden kiss made her feel slightly uncomfortable for a mont. She shrank back, but Enson’s hand quickly rose, pressing against the back of her head, holding her in place, and then his lips slowly pressed harder against hers.
Ling Momo felt a slight pain, her lips and teeth clamped down tighter. Enson then held Ling Momo tightly in his embrace, his tongue forcefully prying apart her tight lips, and with that, he slid his searing tongue into her mouth.
When Enson tasted the softness in her mouth, he lost control like a madman, his tongue sweeping wildly, turning a peck into a fiery, lingering deep kiss.
Ling Momo’s body tensed, quivering slightly. It wasn’t out of shyness or nervousness but because of this feeling of longing that she had missed so intensely. Even just from this kiss, she could feel a warmth surging in her lower abdon, then slowly seeping from between her clenched legs, dampening her panties sticky-wet, intensifying the heat spreading through her.
Her breathing was gradually stolen away by Enson, and she found her body pressing uncontrollably against his. Ling Momo was startled by her own wild response, and then her face flushed red.
She actually... she was actually looking forward to such intimate acts with Enson!
Awareness of this longing made Ling Momo’s face burn, her body getting more excited, becoming softer. Her hands grabbed Enson’s shoulders, and leaning against the door, she responded to Enson’s kiss.
Her response made Enson increasingly passionate. His hand slowly moved from her waist to her chest, caressing over her clothes, then gradually grabbed her breast, softly squeezing, causing Ling Momo to tremble even more, with moans echoing between them.
Hearing her tender voice, Enson suddenly lifted her up, then harshly pressed her against the door.
Ling Momo’s feet dangled in the air, the man’s head right at her chest, his hot breath seeping through her clothes, prompting her breasts to stand more erect involuntarily. He tilted his head and gently bit down.
Enson’s hand slid under her skirt, then tugged at her clothes and gently pinched her soft, delicate flesh, which was already soaked, like dewy springs. His fingers swiftly stirred, turning the dewy springs into a relentless flow.
Such actions from Enson brought Ling Momo’s senses to a peak. She closed her eyes in excitent and agony, biting her lip, desperately suppressing the sounds wanting to spill out, her body trembling uncontrollably.
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