After s*x, Evianne went to the sink to brush her teeth. She was wearing Zamond's shirt.
While brushing her teeth with a frown, she kneaded her chin every now and then, and her cheeks bulged from time to time.
Zamond walked over and leaned against the door frame to look at her. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Evianne tossed him a What-do-you-think look, spat out the foam in her mouth and turned on the tap to rinse her mouth and wash her face.
Zamond, knowing that he was in the wrong, held his fist to his lips and gave a little cough.
When nearing his c****x, he had lost control of himself due to the overwhelming pleasure and overdone it a little.
He walked over, put his arms around her waist from behind her and said in a soft cajoling voice, "Please stop being mad."
Evianne gave a snort
