Inside the kitchen...
Dira's thick coat lay crumpled on the cold floor, forgotten. Her back was pressed tightly against the wall, pinned by Leon's weight.
Both of her wrists were trapped above her head, held effortlessly in one of his hands. His other hand rested over the curve of her left boob, his fingers pressing through the fabric before giving it a deliberate squeeze.
*Squeeze*
"Mnnhh~"
Her breath hitched. The roughness of his palm, the heat of his body, everything felt too much after so many years.
Leon's lips crashed against hers, hungry and demanding.
Chuuuuuuuuuu...
He sucked on her lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before letting it slip free and grabbing it again.
Dira whimpered softly, her body trembling. She felt powerless—like a rabbit caught in the grasp of a wolf.
Her legs trembled, pressing together as her pussy itched to get touched by Leon.
