COLD WINTER NIGHT
When Vincent pulled out from her, Catherine was wearing a thin layer of clothes. She trembled once in a while in excitement.
Vincent already untied her hair ribbon. Her curly blonde hair was disheveled. Her chest was moving up and down. He licked his lips. His hand reached out and groped one of her breasts.
"Hnng…" Catherine arched her back. She panted roughly. She tried to focus on his face, but her vision was hazy. She could only think about where his disobedient hands stroked her.
Vincent massaged her chest over her undergarment. "Catherine, my love, does this feel good?"
Embarrassed by his question, she shut her eyes. "…I… don't know…"
"Don't say that. Look how flushed you are. And this is growing harder." By 'this', he meant her small mound. He brushed over her small peach over her clothes and still could feel it getting perked up.