"I'm just afraid you would leave me," Cyrus whispered as he caressed Mabel's face.
Then, he eagerly kissed her lips. Guilt filled Mabel's heart, and she responded to the kiss with equal fervor.
Feeling Mabel's initiative, Cyrus pushed her down onto the sofa and quickly removed her blouse.
His hands roamed over Mabel's chest, feeling the smooth, delicate skin. There had been a deep kiss mark on her chest, but now it had faded completely.
"This spot will always be mine," Cyrus declared, sucking hard on the kiss mark. At the same time, he guided Mabel's hand to touch his already aroused member.
Mabel, whose face was already flushed from the kissing, turned even redder from his actions. Yet, she did not withdraw her hand. Instead, she followed his movements, slowly unzipping his pants and
