Fifty Two

Abigail's clashed her lips into his, excitement burning at the very pit of her stomach.

She knew he was drunk in sadness and he wasn't in the right frame of mind but she could not stop herself...

Her hands caressed his face lovingly, as they exchanged spittle, their tongue familiarizing in togetherness.

Abigail knew very well that she was Aroused, she knew if she didn't stop Marcel, they would end up rolling on the sheets. But Marcel nibbling on her lower lips took away all her thoughts of reasoning.

Against her initial plan of letting go, she found herself doing away with all the buttons on his chest, wanting to feel his bare skin.

Marcel caressed every inch and curve of her back, he did not have to unclasp her bra cause apparently, she wasn't putting on any... since she was initially ready for bed.

His lips left her mouth and found her nipples, sucking and biting it with the night gown in-between.

Abigail moaned but she wanted his mouth sucking on her naked breast, and for this