Under Augustine's gentle assault, Su Yaoyao soon grew breathless. Her delicate body trembled, gradually becoming limp and weak, swaying like a willow in a spring breeze.
She tilted her head back slightly, revealing her long, swan-like neck. Her eyes were shut tight, her thick lashes fluttering like a butterfly's wings. She could feel Augustine's breath spreading over her like a fine mist. Her heart was a mix of the shyness of a newly opened flower bud and an indescribable anticipation, like a new sprout breaking through the soil after a spring rain.
Augustine's kisses were scorching yet tender. They traveled up her delicate neck like a dancing flame, landed gently on her flushed cheeks, brushed her smooth forehead like a feather, and finally, returned with immense longing to her luscious, dew-kissed lips.
