Yet, I am aware of these things.
His hand, which had been resting on my waist, moved down and proceeded to go all the way to the bottom of my bottom.
After that, he pushed even harder on our bodies, and I thought I was sensing something unusual.
I had the sensation that something sharp was poking my flesh. As I finally understood what it may be, I let out a startled gasp.
Instantaneously, the blush of embarrassment spread over my cheeks, and I quickly drew away from his lips.
I attempted to get away from him, but he continued to keep his grip on me. I just stood there and gazed at him dumbfounded while carefully observing the expression on his face.
The fire of ardour and an insatiable appetite could be seen gleaming in his eyes.
Up until this point, our bodies have
