As soon as the words fell, Russell's thin lips pressed against Zoey's.
After experiencing several kisses, the man's kissing technique became increasingly skillful.
The girl's lips were unbelievably soft, carrying an unknown sweetness, with the fragrance of roses, the freshness of jasmine, and the scent of pear blossoms.
His tongue swept into the space between her lips and teeth, while his large palm held the back of her head as they kissed deeply and lightly.
Zoey weakly wrapped her hands around the man's neck, allowing him to forcefully take whatever he wanted.
Russell's hot palm slid up her slender white leg, and his breathing became rapid.
Just a second later, he withdrew his lips from the girl's, his voice hoarse, "Get off me."
Zoey understood what he meant, and she quickly got
