[IWY] b

Her right hand reached out to grasp Anne's slender neck. Not to do anything that would hurt. What for? Instead, she used the hand as a kind of grip. Her lips, which had just finished saying most of the words that represented her, she used to kiss the deepest part of the neck. Fragrant. The surface there was so soft. And very challenging, like a painting canvas.

Anne's laughter sounded melodious this time. "Is that right?" Not wanting Eland to continue her efforts, she pushed the man's body gently again. She could feel a small suction that suddenly stopped because of her actions. If she let him continue, she might lose.

But not yet.

Anne didn't want to be with Eland tonight.

"Can you believe it?" Eland moistened his lips, still wet from Anne's actions. Though his heart was a little unhappy to be away from her neck. Still, there was a lingering sweetness, and he liked it very much. Anne's lip balm always had a sweet and tantalizing taste. It was as if Eland