The moment his words fell, Zafira shivered, almost as if she wanted to hear those exact words. Then, without warning, she climbed into his lap, pushing him back as her arms wrapped around his neck.
They still had their clothes on, but from the sheer amount of sweat, Zafira's shirt was see-through.
Her ample breasts were swaying as she adjusted herself on his abdomen, yet her soft pussy kept rubbing against him.
"Zafira..." Rael muttered, bringing his hand to her waist. He sat up, pulling her closer, and began to lift her shirt slowly, taking in her innocent reaction.
But her surprise only lasted for a few moments before she began waiting for him to undress her.
Rael gently began taking her shirt off, lightly tickling her in the process, which caused faint giggles to escape her mouth. Finally, her shirt was off, revealing her beautiful hourglass figure, which was flawless, without a single scar.
