"Sister-in-law, this is the last time!"
"Alright," a single word fell, as Violet Zimmerman curved her lips. In the soft halo, the curve of her lips was beautiful, so beautiful that... the young man couldn't help but lower his handsome face.
In the past half month, it was always the sister-in-law who took the initiative. This last time, let him take the lead.
Thin lips pressed down, landing on Violet Zimmerman's lips, gently kissing with careful tenderness.
He was a man, feeling anxious and uneasy while doing this, and as a woman, the sister-in-law must be even more tormented inside.
Between tender kisses, the young man tentatively extended his tongue, tracing Violet Zimmerman's lips over and over, his palm resting on the small of her back, massaging gently.
The warmth from his palm spread along her back, not too hot, yet it felt warm, reaching straight to the heart, as if that half-frozen heart suddenly had warmth.
