"I never knew when you changed your taste, but since you like it, I'll be gentle today," Ronald Loman turned his head again to kiss Annie Taylor's neck, his actions indeed much gentler, though it was clear he was struggling to restrain himself.
Outside the door, Keira Leaf quietly left with a plate, also calculating Annie Taylor's days, thinking there shouldn't be any problems.
"Bastard, take it slow!" Annie Taylor spoke with a hint of sobbing, her heart still tightly clenched.
Ronald Loman looked at the little woman beneath him, and his somewhat intense actions gradually slowed down, though he found it quite unbearable. But there was no choice, as their little ancestor liked it gentle...
Leaning down, he gently kissed the tip of her nose and softly asked, "Slow enough?"
Annie Taylor slapped his face and pushed it to the side, ignoring him.
Ronald Loman wasn't angry. He turned his head back and lowered it to her lips, gently licking and kissing.
