Chapter 118: Sarkon Punishes Maria

His lips crushed onto her rosy cushions. The strong arm around her waist immediately tightened, pulling her forward and up onto his broad body until her breasts pressed hard against him. The large hand around her nape held her head in place for his tongue to dive deep into her sweet mouth and explore wildly. She moaned in a high pitch, unable to think or speak. The only thing she could do was to let him know that she liked what he was doing to her, even though it was a bit rough. "Go slow," she wanted to say. "I'm not going anywhere." Instead, her arms went around his waist to pull him closer until they were squashed like oranges being pulped for juice. No sooner did she do that, he tore his mouth away and pushed her onto his bed. He climbed on top of her and took her lips again for another round. His hands were everywhere, sliding up and down and up again, left and right and left again, as if he couldn't have enough of her velvety skin and wanted to