C4 Counterattack

I still remember the tongue kiss: the faint taste of alcohol in my mouth, her tongue scurrying about.

I was also innocent before, if it was me who was still in my fourth year of university one year ago, I would not do this thing with this woman in the room, no matter how beautiful she was I would not do it. I wouldn't have declared myself pure, but my girlfriend and I had been inseparable, thinking that after graduation we would be able to earn money and eventually buy a house and a car and run to the red carpet of happiness.

But before I graduated, reality had me crushed. First, I lost my fighting spirit by renting a house and living in the slums of the town village, then half a year of struggles in the talent market that forced me to work part-time in KTV. After that, my girlfriend, whom I had spent more than three years with, went to a red Porsche Cayenne with a rich second generation to extinguish all my expectations for love.

A dream?

Now, the biggest dream is that no one will bother us and let her and me finish what we want to do.

Back to the main topic.

I took my tongue out of her mouth and started to gently press the tip of my tongue against her earlobe. From time to time, I would even lightly bite her with my teeth.

Her breathing began to become uneven, one of the signs of a woman's intense desire.

The longer it takes, the more dangerous it becomes. At any moment, there might be other waiters or guests looking in through the glass door.

She looked at me with both charm and charm.