Cayn's breathing grew heavier as Tsana brought her body closer to his. The woman's hand was already on the mound, making it difficult for Cayn to swallow.
Seeing Cayn's face flush even deeper, Tsana couldn't resist rubbing her palm there.
"Mmhhm."
Cayn held Tsana's wrist but didn't stop her. He began to pant, his chest rising and falling with his strained breaths.
Tsana's movements grew more intense until, suddenly, Cayn stopped her hand, then swiftly reversed their positions.
Now Cayn was on top of Tsana.
The man brought his nose close to Tsana's neck and inhaled the scent of carnations from her body. This woman always made him dizzy with infatuation.
"Just use your hand," Cayn whispered in Tsana's ear.
Tsana didn't object or question, she followed Cayn's wishes exactly.
Her hand unbuttoned the man's trousers, and the 'staff' was freed.
Tsana gripped it gently, which made Cayn let out a low growl.
