Xiao Qiao leveraged her weight and pressed forward, pinning him on the sofa, giving him a fiery French kiss. The curtains on the bay window remained wide open as kids played outside, whistling without dampening their enthusiasm. Children outside called out that someone was kissing. Wesley embraced Xiao Qiao, rolling off the sofa onto the white pure wool carpet, warm and firm. They embraced each other, tongues touched and sucked each other's lips with fiery passion. Wesley held Xiao Qiao tightly against him, her body fitting perfectly with his, and she could feel his hardness.
Wesley's breathing was scorching hot, swallowing her sweetness.
When they finally separated, their lips were swollen and moist, sucked to a luscious red, and Wesley's eyes reflected her flushed face, sultry like silk. He gently touched her lips, fine and smooth like the best silk.
