She clenched her eyes. Beneath the panty, the fabric, her eyes squeezed shut. The tears, the wet, hot tears, soaked the silk. The resolve, the desperate, painful, morally devastating resolve of a woman who had convinced herself to endure, was there.
'I have to save my father. I have to. This is the only way. The only way. I have to...'
Suddenly, she cried. Her body, the full frame, arched. Her back, the brown skin, lifted. Her boobs, the brown mounds, heaved. The fruits, the cherries, the arrangements, shifted.
Tianlong's mouth, his lips, his teeth, had found her nipple. His mouth, warm, wet, had closed over the dark nub. The cherry, the red fruit, was between his lips and her nipple. He bit. The cherry, the fruit, burst. The juice, the red, sweet, sticky fluid, ran. Over her nipple. Over his lips. The dark nub, the stiff peak, was bitten. Alongside the cherry. The teeth, the divine, sharp teeth, pressed. The nipple, the sensitive, never-touched nub, was crushed.
