Cheney Residence.
Under the brightly lit balcony, Jasmine Yale finished the durian crepe Sylvan Cheney had brought her.
Maybe it was too delicious, Sylvan approached from behind without her noticing.
"You didn't eat much for dinner, but you finished the crepe." Sylvan gave her a glance.
Jasmine clapped her hands, giggling, "I haven't had it for a long time, it's really good."
"Like it a lot?"
"Mhm."
"Let me have a taste." Sylvan bent down and pecked on her lips, biting gently onto her rosy lips.
Jasmine was caught off guard.
Her face flushed, she wrapped her arms around Sylvan's neck, deepening the kiss on her own initiative.
Her initiative always made Sylvan impatient.
Soon, he wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her horizontally into the bedroom.
They already shared a special tacit understanding; Jasmine knew what he wanted and patiently cooperated.
Sylvan pressed her down on the bed and made love to her once.
