In the room, Ethan impatiently savored Helena's soft, luscious lips. Her cheeks were blushing, she felt incredibly hot and wet down there. Their desires had reached their peak. However, she still had some consciousness left to pause for a moment.
"Didn't you promise to have dinner with Liana earlier?" Helena asked, unable to stop herself from moaning in pleasure due to Ethan's touch. "She must be waiting for your presence."
Ethan chuckled briefly, pulling away from the kiss to admire Helena's flushed face. "We're already like this, and you want me to stop for dinner with Liana?" Ethan teased, pulling Helena's hand and guiding her slender fingers towards his throbbing, restless manhood, demanding to be freed from the pants enclosure. "I might just make love to you on the table, with everyone watching. Do you want me to do that?"
"You...," Helena moaned, extracting her lewd voice. Her body begged for more and more touches.