TILLY wanted to stop Kiho, but his kisses were so good that she couldn't help but moan into his mouth.
Even though his body was literally cold, his touches and little ministrations still burnt her skin. And although he was on top of her, instead of feeling crushed against his huge body, she actually felt like she was molding into him. She found his weight lovely and perfect for her taste.
Gosh.
"Kiho," Tilly moaned when Kiho began trailing open-mouthed kisses on her neck, down to her collarbone. His hand was also between her legs now, caressing her inner thigh that almost made her leak. "Hon, stop. I told you– we can't have sex here."
"Please call it "love making," instead, honey," Kiho slightly scolded her when he stopped kissing her. He stopped right away when she told him to. Then, he raised his head to face her properly. His hand didn't stop caressing her inner thigh though. "We're not making love right now. We're just making out, aren't we?"
