"You lied to me. I'm clearly a terrible woman." She sobbed with red eyes, her face full of guilt, "Before, I even deliberately framed you. Do you really not hate me? Can you truly let it go?"
As she spoke, she started crying again, looking so pitiful that it really made me feel heartbroken.
I gently stroked her cheek, then slowly leaned in to kiss her.
She froze for a moment, let out a soft moan, and then began to passionately respond to me without any resistance.
But I could feel that this time, she truly opened her heart, holding me tightly, as if she wanted to merge me into her body.
This made me incredibly excited, and I pinned her against the wall, interlocking our fingers, passionately kissing her red lips.
"Mm, mm..."
Slowly, it seemed like her addiction came over her. Her beautiful eyes half-closed, her red lips slightly parted, letting out waves of intoxicating sounds.
