Brynlee shifted restlessly beneath Elyseen as he gave her soft kisses on her neck and jaw. Elyseen knew her weak spots very well.
"Huh, mouthy. You clearly like Alessia more than me.”
"Actually, you are too jealous that you misjudge my actions," Elyseen snorted, but he kept exploring Brynlee's neck with his lips and he was getting greedier because he wanted more than Brynlee's neck to touch.
"You like me doing this?"
"Em-hmm... You're an expert kisser."
"Never doubt that," muttered Elyseen in between stripping Brynlee off her dress.
He slowly slid his fingers into the halter-neck of Brynlee's dress, trying to gain more access to kiss her. Brynlee suddenly stopped his hand and smiled wryly in front of him.
"Please. You make me hurt, baby." Elyseen growled stiffly. He tried to get Bry
