Yasmine was all soft and cuddly, as she was held in Russell's arms like a baby.
She felt very secure, her mind was hazy but not uncomfortable, just like she was lying in a cradle, with someone gently rocking her.
The man's breath was close at hand, his Adam's apple rolling up and down continuously, thin lips covering the woman's red lips, and the rich aroma of wine spreading between their lips.
This feeling addicted Russell. He sat Yasmine on his lap, embraced her, and casually took off the hairpin from behind her head.
Yasmine placed both hands on the man's strong chest, and involuntarily parted her lips slightly. The man's tongue took the opportunity to slip inside, savoring her sweetness.
That tingling sensation, so wonderful, Yasmine began to respond to him, as if they were natura
