Swallowing the saliva in his mouth, Ryan knelt down.
"Shall we begin?"
The temperature in that room wasn't that cold, yet the warmth of that wonderful woman's mouth made him feel like he was in front of a fire. The high temperature of her tongue was like a warm hug in a snowstorm, or a mug of hot chocolate on a cold morning. It was really fucking awesome and comfy.
Ryan slipped his hand around Kyouko's waist, and she moved toward his hip. When she sat on his lap, her gigantic pair of boobs were in front of Ryan's face, the woman's sensitive nipples getting excited by the sensation of passing through the fabric of his shirt.
Still connected by that kiss, the two separated for a few seconds, just the time needed for Ryan to remove his shirt and jacket. Kyouko's face was red, much more than she already was from embarrassment. Now, she had her body temperature rising not out of fear or dread, but out of arousal.