85 Kiss a friend?

"Did we?" 

Sheila's cheeks burned, as she already knew what Cristian wanted. Planting kisses on her glistening, fair neck up to her earlobe, he felt her squirm in his embrace.

Gently, he turned her toward him and cupped her crimson face while gazing into her trembling eyes. Her inner struggle reflected in his eyes and to flip the tables to his side, Cristian leaned forward, pressing his lips against Sheila's plump lips.

"Anh!~" she moaned softly when he slid his hands from her waist to her ass.

Her moan gave him access to her mouth, and a passionate French kiss began. As they kissed, he led her to the wall, pressing her against the maroon-colored wall.

Cristian dug his fingers into her fleshy buttocks, which couldn't be hidden by the transparent white nightgown she wore.

Even her pants were revealed. Sheila came to the conclusion that those maids had set her up by making her wear this gown that had turned Cristian so aggressive.