The man closed his eyes gently, a row of eyelashes dark and curled like a feather fan.
His features sharp and chiseled, with an aura of cold aloofness, truly one in a million.
The little woman lying on top of him seemed eager, kissing him while desperately pulling at his clothes, struggling to undo each button of his shirt. Her little hands hurriedly slipped inside, blindly caressing his body.
The little woman's hands were extremely soft and delicate, touching every inch of him like a feather's stroke, eliciting a tantalizing tingle.
The man suppressed his breath, allowing the little woman's hands to lightly roam his upper body, then slowly moved down along the lines of his abdomen towards his trousers.
Without reason, the little woman drew a sharp breath, suddenly leaving his lips to look down.
