Hearing Beatrice's soft gasp, Nicholas smiled with satisfaction, his lips and tongue gently swirling near Beatrice's ear.
A seductive voice sounded at Beatrice's ear, piercing straight through her eardrum, "Mia, tell uncle, do you like it..."
"...Mm..." Beatrice uncontrollably made a sound again. In front of Nicholas, she was like a blank canvas, and this man was an excellent artist, sketching beautiful, brilliant pictures on her body, leading her step by step closer to him.
The kiss continued, gentle and skillful, and as passion stirred, his long fingers loosened the tie of her bathrobe.
"Is it okay?"
Clearly yearning, Beatrice whimpered and sobbed in refusal, "...Mm...don't..."
Not wanting to frighten the girl beneath him, Nicholas had to patiently coax her softly, "...It's okay, don't be scared, just once, just once okay..."
