The rush of desire escorted her hand to his hip, making it grip his tightly while he sucked her upper lip leisurely in a gentle manner that loosened his grasp on her hand.
Not to delay, he slid his tongue, departing her lips as she cooperated with him well. Circling her tongue, he came to secrete more saliva, which has the property of cure. She sucked his lips and tongue intensively without offering a gap, preventing that liquid from dripping down from him.
He abandoned his soul straight for ten minutes.
As she gulped each drip, sucking him dry, he staggered for a second and returned back to his strength right away.
Startled, Abby banged open her eyes and flashed anxiety, "Are you okay?" She was breathless. But compared to Steven, who was renting his soul's energy through his saliva, she wasn't the pity one here.