It was dark, and her lips, which were still familiar to her, were different from the previous few days. They were hot and warm, with incomparable warmth and affection.
Emmy seemed to have lost the ability to think in an instant, leaning against the dresser, her hands raised, powerless clinging to him, her head raised and her breathing quickened, allowing him to charge straight into the city.
A long french kiss. Emmy was almost out of oxygen, so James let her go. He lowered his head and gazed deeply at the woman with red cheeks. He raised his finger and gently wiped the saliva off the corner of her lips.
"How about now?" He asked with a smile on his lips.
..."
She was speechless, and it took her a long time to say in frustration:
"Is kissing a nun exciting?"
James laughed, reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugged her, looked down at the woman with flushed cheeks, and said softly: