Arabella Vanderbilt's body shuddered slightly, her crimson lips quivered gently, and before she had the chance to respond, Joel Russo was already leaning over, pressing down on the lips he had been thinking about all day.
"Um——"
The sound that was about to be emitted was cut off midway and turned into a soft cry.
Joel Russo pressed those lips, grinding and kneading them repeatedly, gradually deepening the kiss.
His tongue imperiously pried open her teeth, pushing deeply, swirling and sweeping through her mouth, engrossing them in entanglement.
His kiss became more and more adept and passionate, as if each was the last kiss, but when he slightly pulled away, he pushed forward again reluctantly, continuing the intimacy.
The quiet bedroom was filled with sounds of the two of them comforting each other. Arabella tightly grasped his shirt, her head tilted back to meet Joel Russo's kiss that seemed to devour her.
