Kissing was a natural act for me. But when it actually came down to it, I might have sucked at it.
Raea certainly didn't complain and just stroked me while I played with her chest, our mouths totally connected.
She slid her hands in my underwear, and I slid mine in her brassier.
Hers were modest, bigger than Marg's but actually the perfect size for my hands. I could grab them, like really grab them.
Soft.
She let out soft moans every now and then. She wasn't as sensitive as I thought, but it didn't stop.
We kissed, we stroked and two minutes later, my underwear was soiled.
Pant!
Our breaths were heavy. We were ready to roll.
Raea undressed herself. I guess she got disappointed that I didn't do that. We were both sweaty but she was sweatier. Her body was also slightly shaking.
Nervous?
Her?
But wasn't she the one who wanted to do this?
"What's wrong? You, okay?"
Planning on releasing a new novel. "The MC Is The Undead Queen Of The Immoral World"
(My current ones aren't doing great and I'll end up broke at this rate. It was only a matter of time, I guess.)
The release rate of this novel would suffer slightly. 4/5 chaps a week: That's my goal from here on out.
I have like 6-7 readers right now. If you're reading this, you're one of them.
Thank you for reading this far, and I wish you a good day/night.