Pinky kisses with her entire body. Nayoung couldn’t move around much, so Pinky reigns control. Scraping teeth, pressing body, thighs, the boundary. Hands roaming to Nayoung’s clothed scapula before tracing their way back to her jawline.
It feels like the universe itself is enveloping her while she sits back and let nature do the do.
“Nayoung,” her universe whispers into her (warm, colored lobster-red) right ear, “you’re… so…”
“So…?” Nayoung couldn’t utter too much word. She’s too busy trying to tame her rabbit heartbeat.
“Gorgeous.” Pinky breathes into her throbbing pulse. “But, this isn’t going to be the usual kissy-fest.”