Ling Momo shook her head, trying to dodge, but Enson pinned her down, sealed her lips with his, and kissed her fiercely. She reached out, struggling to push him away, but he bent down and covered her mouth even more fiercely, kissing her desperately.
Ling Momo was exhausted to the point of wanting to sleep, so she twisted and turned on the bed like a fiesty kitten.
Her squirming was like a cat's claw to Enson, making him itch with longing. Patiently, he kissed her, touched her, tempted her, until she went completely soft. She could feel the warm tip of his tongue tracing circles around her chest.
Ling Momo couldn't withstand Enson's hook and pull. Eventually, she let herself be fully immersed in the passion. She stretched out her arms, holding Enson's neck, feeling her legs being spread wider little by little. Something burning hot was rubbing against her thighs, and she could clearly feel its throbbing.
