Seeing Dapper leaning in for a kiss, Mira froze, unsure whether to meet his lips or push him away. Conflicting thoughts swirled in her head.
'Why now? Why is he making me feel like this? He's the first outsider to show kindness to my baby.' Her heart pounded as she slowly leaned forward, crashing her lips against Dapper's.
Their lips met—Dapper quickly taking control as he savored her mouth, his tongue slipping in next and dancing with hers.
"Mmmh~" she moaned, overwhelmed, losing the kiss battle to Dapper, who was surprisingly skilled. Slowly, her back reclined until she lay flat on the bed, Dapper now hovering over her.
The sound of their lips smacking filled the room as they kissed passionately. Then Dapper's hand snuck up to her left breast, giving it a firm squeeze through her camisole, causing a wet patch to form over it.
'It's warm and heavy… feels different from fondling regular tits,' Dapper thought, continuing to knead her breast while still kissing her.
