[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
"... don't you want me to serve you?"
Before I could speak, Sam already smashed his lips against mine. I could only let out a moan, eyes shut. His tongue slipped in between my lips, feeling his hand slide under my skirt. I felt an instant chill on my thigh when the inbound breeze caressed it, but his heated palm warmed it up.
"Mhmm," I moaned in his mouth, massaging his firm shoulders. I only realized my hands were going south when he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
Sam grinned against my lips while I frowned. "Na ah, my wife. Allow me to please you this time."
"But I want to stroke it," I blurted out weakly, making him chortle.
