9 - I Have No Choice

Maureen's nimble fingers sassily explored the lines of Darren's face, savoring the rough sensation of the fine hairs that formed sideburns along the mature man's jawline.

Maureen's elbows rest on Darren's sturdy shoulders as her white fingernails dig into each strand of hair that emits a seductive, masculine scent.

With one pull, Darren looked up, facing a face without distance. The corners of his sense of smell met as if sharing a breath.

In an instant, she savored the sweetness of Maureen's lips.

It's not a patch like the first time, but the little sucks Maureen does, luring Darren to explore further in the sweet wine-laced oral cavity.

True, Darren liked the taste Maureen gave him. However, the mistake he made went too far.

Darren's big hand has already landed on Maureen's unobstructed nub, squeezing her soft nub until consciousness gives way.

The wide eyes of the woman in front of Darren seemed to be begging for more, but there was no continuation.

"You can't do this, Rin." Darren