Vincent sat on the couch facing the entrance of the room. To his right, the lovely Silvari passed him olives with her mouth after she sucked the olive oil with loud slurps. She kissed him deeply; her long tongue pulled the pit after he ate the flesh and spat it into a paper towel, looking at him with a naughty look.
He lived an incredible luxury as Felia sipped the wines. She chose the ones he liked before allowing him to drink them from her lips with a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue pushed the wine into his mouth along with her saliva, a slight blush filling her face.
"This wine is supposed to be dry…. Yet because of your delicious mouth, it now tastes sweet and juicy!"
"Hehe~ Do you want to taste something sweeter, honey? I can give you a nice batch freshly made!"