45. Don't Angry To Me

It was now just one more step until he could open Clarissa's towel and everything would be visible. After all parts of Clarissa's neck had been kissed, then the kiss went down to the chest. Billy's hands were getting itchy, wanting to immediately squeeze and devour the breasts in front of him.

"Riss, may I hold it?" asked Billy in a slightly spoiled whisper.

"Gosh, Billy. My defenses are about to collapse," Clarissa said to herself.

Billy had stopped what he was doing, he wanted to know if Clarissa would ask him to continue or tell him to stop.

The two sides inside Clarissa collided, her heart really didn't want to do this because she knew that in her heart there was only a little love and half of it was just lust. While his body was begging Billy to do more, there was a sense of disappointment there because Billy' stopped what she had done to him.