C249 Of course he would choose to forgive him

"My wife is vomiting."

He was released into my mouth, salty with a faint taste of blood.

It was a unique scent that belonged solely to him.

I was very reluctant to be like him, but gradually I fell in love with him and lost control of his mouth under my teeth.

I gently breathed in the source of his spray and used my mouth to clean it up.

"Spit it out …"

He was still gasping for breath