"Rory..."
Rory's sudden boldness sent a slight tremor through Vangar's body. The soft sensation of her lips, carrying her unique fragrance, was like a spark entering his body, causing his blood to start boiling.
He reached out and encircled Rory's waist, preventing her from falling off the sofa, and then responded to her almost greedily. Vangar half-squinted his eyes, enjoying the moment while paying close attention to Rory's reaction.
This was his first time, and he was afraid that if he didn't control his strength well, Rory wouldn't like it. So, he had to keep a constant watch on his little Female Master's response to make sure she was enjoying herself. This absolutely wasn't because of any special fetish. Absolutely not because he liked seeing his little Female Master getting passionate with him.
