Suzanne nodded many times, and the man's soft, slightly cool lips had already accurately covered her lips.
The gentle, shallow kiss gradually deepened and tangled, and in the quiet, slightly cool air, the panting of the man and the woman could be heard as they kissed. The passion seemed to suddenly ignite and become uncontrollable.
Suzanne, who had been standing by the door earlier, was suddenly picked up and placed on the cabinet.
The height had just become perfect for both parties to look at each other, his eyes dark like a whirlpool in the sea, kissing her repeatedly, from forehead to eyebrows, to the tip of her nose, to her chin, and to her lips...
Suzanne's shoulder suddenly felt a chill, and in the air there was a frantic sign of a city gate on fire. As she responded passionately, the man suddenly tightened his grip on her waist, ready to carry her back to the already prepared bed.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Knock knock—"