Rino forced himself not to get distracted by the disturbing thought.
He wanted to focus on what was before him, he needed to get it done outrightly.
At this thought, he pressed on Dalia's breast which his hand had met, for what felt like a longer time, giving her the chance for a change of mind as she began to nip her lips and questing tongue on Rino's body, coming up slowly.
Rino was feeling the moment.
He didn't want it to be only Dalia doing the job.
He wanted to give back quite as much and as good as he was getting.
So, as Dalia nipped her way up his body—first was on his balls, up to his abs, and now, she was questing his torso—he pulled her up to his head and kissed her.
Their tongues moved like it was lost. Like crazed fishes were what were entangling with each other.
Then, he twisted and dropped her to the bed, and climbed over her.
It was his turn to nip her down to between her thighs.
