From top to bottom, then bottom to top, Ross's lips and tongue mapped every inch of her body.
Miku's skin burned under his touch, yet the sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming her senses.
Every kiss, every lick, every sigh she made seemed to bind her closer to him, until she felt suspended between reality and a dizzying world of pleasure.
When Ross finally captured her lips, it was as if the universe itself had narrowed to that single, scorching connection.
Miku's breath hitched, her body trembling, her mind blank with anticipation.
She felt like an angel on the brink of heaven, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and she knew—deep down, instinctively—that Ross was taking her exactly there.
Every nerve, every pulse, every shiver told her the same thing: she was utterly, completely his, and the pleasure he was about to give her would be unlike anything she had ever known.
"Hahhhh…"
"Hahhhh…"
"Hahhhh…"
