"Ah… Malvis, more there, please…"
When Malvis's lips pulled away from where they had been teasing his nipple, Morin whimpered in protest.
It felt so good—his mind was melting, every thought filled only with Malvis.
There was nothing embarrassing about it.
He just felt too good to care about any shame.
"You're really sensitive there, Morin," Malvis said with a playful smile.
"Yeah… it feels amazing. Malvis, please touch me more…"
"Of course. I won't leave an inch untouched."
Malvis's fingers softly kneaded Morin's chest and pressing them gently as if trying to crush the hardened peaks.
Just that pressure made a thrilling jolt run through him.
A heavy, tingling sensation settled around his waist, and deep inside, he felt a tight pull.
And it felt so good.
"You're incredibly lewd, Morin," Malvis whispered.
"Mmh… but it's only for you, Malvis…"
"That's how it should be. I wouldn't let anyone else see you like this."
