Their lips pressed tightly together, intense and somewhat impatient, with a reckless sense of abandon, utterly absurd yet seemingly natural and inevitable, like a pile of dry wood instantly
After the intense entanglement, the atmosphere in the room was so dense with passion that it was difficult to dissipate, suffused with pink, eyes dreamy and blurred, sweat-drenched, disheveled hair, still panting.
"Let's eat something first."
Fujiwara Reya released her waist, placing his hand on her thigh.
His left hand happened to touch the leg ring on her right leg, he pulled it up and then released it, with a "snap" it flicked back on the junior's leg.
Found it here.
But all of Fujiwara Reya's attention was suddenly focused on the little aunt who appeared.
