29. Almost Out Of Control

Amayra was surprised not to play. His eyes blinked innocently, seeing Inder's face so close to him looking at him with a look that was hard to decipher. This position reminded him of him in Inder's apartment first, then ended with a sweet kiss.

"You've started to dare apparently?" whispered Inder seductively. Amayra bit her lower lip scaredly. What Inder is angry about?

"That's my form of gratitude. I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous." Amayra fiddled with her fingers nervously, especially at this time Inder was staring at her.

"Well, thank you I accept," he whispered again. Then Inder put his lips together with Amayra's.

Amayra was shocked until her eyes rounded. But he began to be lulled by Inder's lip play. Amayra slowly closed her eyes as Inder began to move her lips, taking a gentle sip.

'Damn! I can't ignore these sweet lips' inner Inder.

Inder deepens his kiss until Amayra softly moos as Inder bites her lower lip. He stroked the white cheek lightly, and then circled to stroke the nap