Ruth pulled her up and once again grabbed her breasts, kneading and playing with them. She said with a chuckle, "Hitting you is unnecessary, and it would not relieve my anger either."
"Then... what should be done to make you feel a bit better."
Suzanne silently wiped her tears. At this moment, borrowing the courage from the alcohol, her guilt had also completely erupted.
Ruth bit her ear and blew hot air, saying full of lust, "I want to say, I now like women. I want to be intimate with you, and I also want you to lick my pussy..."
"You agree too????"
This soul interrogation made Suzanne instantly freeze. Her tears stopped flowing too. The expression on her face shifted between cloudy and clear, with surprise and an even more unfamiliar panic.
The hesitation was only for an instant. Even in an impulsive state, Suzanne only thought for a moment before gritting her silver teeth, "I, I am willing..."
"As long as Ruth can be happy, I am willing to do anything..."
