621 Dessert is served **

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR 17 YEARS OLD AND BELOW. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

"Ahh…" The raw touch of his hand on her breast made her gasp softly. His constant nibbling on her jaw down to her neck sent a phenomenal sensation through her nerves.

"Tsk." Impatient as ever, Morris clicked tongue as he wrapped his arm around her small waist. "This won't do." He whispered airily near her ear.

"Ah!" Churu squealed as he suddenly carried her, his other hand on her thigh while he snatched her lips once again. "Mhmm!" A complaining moan entered his mouth as he made her sit her on the table. Neither of them broke the kiss that was slowly becoming deeper and deeper.

Their tongues danced in harmony — sometimes inside his mouth, but more often inside hers. "Al…" He grunted huskily, biting her bottom lip with urgency. "I want you." He stated, running his fingers on the side of her hair as he sucked her neck.