She said, "I'll tell you in the tone of a rogue woman, hey, Mr. Carver, you're quite something, daring to kiss me. From now on, the position of my boyfriend is yours."
At that time, he felt an incredible happiness, thinking he had found a treasure, and that his future life would surely be rich and colorful.
That night, he did everything he wanted to do to her.
He pinned her down on the bed; she blossomed beneath him like a flower. Her little face was seductively radiant, red and intoxicating. Her eyes were misty, as if they could shed drops of water... She held him, calling out his name.
The feeling was simply indescribable, soul-stirring.
It was her first time, but it was also his first time.
He knew he had no technique, just the instinctual entering. She was actually in pain.
He felt truly guilty, as if he was too absorbed in himself and didn't care enough for her.
