158 I Promise

R18

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The moan that Lyca made when Shen Qui ripped her clothes was guttural. It was raw and pure of desire. Was it even possible to come just from being naked? Her hand rose and sank into his dark hair as she welcomed his tongue in her mouth. She missed this…

She missed him. Then his lips slid down towards her neck, blowing the sensitive skin. His hand was already on her twin peaks, fondling her breast, tugging her nipples. A slow moan escaped her lips. His mouth against her skin felt wonderfully familiar but excitedly new at the same time.

It was the reaction of her body. After all, she had been asleep for three years, and damn, she knew she needed a cobweb clearing orgasm.