âYou!â Her face instantly turned red.
âI was talking about my legs! My breasts are taken care of by female nurses and attendants. You canât look at them either!â
She wore a white lace bra. She was embarrassed and angry. At this moment, her face was pink and clear.
Her small mouth was red, and her cheeks were pink.
Mary was really beautiful.
Monroeâs Adamâs apple moved up and down, and he picked up a strawberry from a nearby fruit plate and put it to Maryâs lips.
Mary opened her mouth and ate it.
âYay! Itâs a strawberry!â A happy smile appeared on her face.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Monroe picked up a big, red cherry and put it to Maryâs lips.
Mary opened her mouth and ate it again and guessed the name. âItâs a cherry!â
Monroe reached out and wiped the juice from her lips, then caught the fruit core that Mary spat out.
Monroe lowered his head.
When Mary couldnât see it and thought it was some fruit, Monroe finally kissed her red lips that made people want to kiss her!
After a second of being shocked, Mary accepted the kiss.
He hooked the tip of her tongue into his lips, then pushed it into her small mouth.
There was the aroma of strawberries and the sweetness of cherries in her mouth.
Monroe couldnât seem to get enough.
He held Maryâs head and cheeks gently, his mouth pressed tightly against hers, not letting go for a second.
The play between his lips and tongue made him want to swallow her!
He sucked on Maryâs lips, played with her uvula, and their lips chased each other and sucked on each other.
Affectionate, passionate, breathing, and holding each other tightly!
Finally, until Mary was almost out of breath, he let go of her.
âHey, youâre good.â He whispered in her ear to praise her kissing skills.
Mary gasped and grinned. âOf course! At least Iâve been in a relationship before!â
Monroeâs eyes narrowed. âOh? When?â
His fingers wrapped around a strand of Maryâs hair and played with it.
Mary carefully recalled, âFreshman year. But we broke up after only three months!â
Monroe asked, âWas that your first love?â
Mary replied, âHow is that possible? Iâm so cute! My first love happened in the sixth grade!â
For some reason, Monroe felt a lump in his chest.
âThat was just puppy love, it doesnât count!â
Mary replied âAre you a good boy? Do you know how many women youâve had?â
Monroe was silent.
This was the wrong topic to talk about.
He lowered his voice and coaxed, âAhem! Letâs not talk about the past anymore, okay?â
Mary waved her hand. âI know, or else Iâll die of anger!â
Monroe held her hand apologetically. âWho asked you to appear so late. I didnât know about love before, but I thought that sex was a way to vent my experiences and desires. If we were talking about a formal relationship, it wouldnât have happened at all.â
Mary was shocked!
âAre you serious? Although you have countless women, youâve never even had a serious relationship? Have you never dated a woman?â
Monroe clenched his fist and coughed heavily, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Mary sat up, rubbed Monroeâs direction happily, and then put her arms around his neck!
âThen⦠am I your first love?â
Monroe gently stroked her hair. âIf that makes you happier and less bothered by my past, then you are.â
Mary giggled happily and fell on Monroeâs shoulder.
âThen⦠let me teach you how to fall in love in the future?â
Monroe turned his head and kissed Maryâs hair. âPlease teach me, my girlfriend!â