Kingsman Return

Blissful Suffering 2

Hmm!

Arran and madame Veera moaned as they kissed deeply, frantically sucking their breath away from each other like a pair of drowned ghosts that had been starved of air for an eternity.

The passion in their heart was transmitted to each other through their interlocking lips and their tongues explored the extremities of the other's mouth, brushing against perfectly aligned teeth and playing tag with each other.

While the two of them kissed, madame Veera's hands did not remain idle. With one hand using all five fingers to dig into Arran's tough skin and drawing blood from the shallow wound, madame Veera's other hand yanked hard at his hair painfully as if hoping to uproot it all from Arran's scalp. Throughout all this time, madame Veera sucked the breath away from Arran through her delicious lips.

Arran was not one to be outdone. Although his hands were tied and his movement limited, Arran wasn't going to take this abuse passively. Despite the pain Arran felt from the wound on his che