Dorothy was trapped between Credence's strong and warm chest and the sofa. There was nowhere for her to run.

As their breathing intertwined, the air around them turned flirtatious.

He playfully used the tip of his tongue to press against the sensitive parts of her chest, and Dorothy could not help but gulp and let out a low moan.

Credence gulped when he heard that, and his Adam's apple moved up and down. He fixed his gaze on her crimson face, and his eyes darkened as he said, "Babe, do you want to moan louder?"

"Oh... what?"

Dorothy did not hear him clearly, thus she looked at him and asked...