C101 Never Leave

Good. So good.

Amara was drowning in pleasure, her eyes rolled back as she fell heaving on her chair. She shuddered, prompting her to clutch her arm as her face burned a rosy hue. Complimenting her at that moment was cheap. Somebody should have painted her, created a statue of her, or molded her reflection onto the wall just to immortalize her serene beauty.

But for Kalel, she was dangerous