Whether it was Nicholas Croft's inherent tenderness or just with Sophie Foster, his long fingers danced over her body like a pianist, playing a beautiful, gentle melody.
His lips and tongue softly and skillfully caressed every inch of skin, making Sophie shiver uncontrollably.
As they both shed their clothes, and she watched the man hold himself up above her… Sophie gripped the sheet beneath her, hesitantly speaking, "…Uncle… could you be a bit gentler,"
Nicholas looked up, propping himself up with one arm, gazing at Sophie's small face, with a playful glint in his lust-filled eyes.
"Uh…I like gentle guys," Sophie forced a smile, then puffed out her cheeks and let out a deep breath.
The book said that being gentle the first time would lessen the pain, and she was worried this strong, handsome uncle might hurt her, so she came up with a random excuse.
"Alright,"
"Ah…"
