Evan got sweaty, leaning against Avery without moving and putting his lips on Avery's lips. His lips were so hot that Avery kept trembling.
Since Evan arouses Avery's passion, Avery stretched out her white and delicate arms, holding his head tightly.
Soon, Evan got into her body.
Her lips were red. She opened her mouth slightly, breathing hard.
Evan breathed urgently and heavily. The hot air blew on Avery's neck. Evan put her wrist on the top of his head, kissing her and moving violently. Gradually, the queen size bed also started to shake.
Evan moved up and down slowly, wrapping Avery with a quilt tightly.
Avery bit her white teeth, shouting helplessly, "Evan Howel."
Evan held his breath and whispered to Avery in a low voice, "Call me, Honey."
"Evan Howel."
"Good girl. Call me Honey," Evan said patiently. He tried to coax and cajoled Avery.