She would rather let him touch her face than this.
Why was she letting him kiss her and touch her at the same time?
She felt like she was the one getting the short end of the stick.Mei slipped her hand under Otis's shirt, feeling along his stomach, touching his abs.
Not bad, he hadn't been slacking off lately.
At least he hadn't turned into a chubby office worker yet.Touch more while he still has abs, she thought. Otherwise I'll be the one losing out.Otis felt Mei's movement and wondered what she was doing… but decided not to question it.
Mei, satisfied, closed her eyes. Her other hand rested on his chest as she kissed him gentle, careful, kissing every spot she wanted to.
