“What do you want, Mr.Keane?” Tawan asked as she was still standing at the same place near the door, a small hand clenched onto the towel, the knot in front of her.
“Ask when you know the answer.”
“Tawan Tawan I needs You.” Keane smiled.
“My good girl Come closer." Tawan obeyed that order.
“Ah!” Tawan cried out. When Keane was pulled, he immediately hit him. As Tawan approached the distance that strong arms could reach
“Smells good,” Keane complimented, after putting the tip of his nose against his bare shoulder. Slightly wet when there are still water droplets. which Tawan does not avoid touching it at all
“Then just do it. Are you satisfied?”
"That's fine, but not enough." Tawan smiled and moved to see Keane's face more clearly.
“It's good that we think the same.” Less time left
