It had been over an hour since Mika had started his ferocious kissing and groping.
Yelena was completely drawn into the sensation; one of her breasts was pulled out of her dress, her hair was a mess, and her body was trembling.
Mika could also feel her wetness seeping through into his pants and against his crotch, a delightfully potent sign that even he felt he might come on the spot.
But even though he wanted to prolong the ecstasy, he knew he couldn't.
Yelena seemed close to fainting from exhaustion; her eyes were hazy.
Charlotte, meanwhile, had gotten bored and was scrolling through her phone while still holding her mother's hand.
Seeing this, Mika knew he needed to stop and proceed with his plan, to make it seem as if he was reluctantly agreeing to stop for their sake, positioning himself as the victim even though he was the schemer.
So, he initiated his next step.
