It was raining like diapers, the sound of rain hitting the window was like a beating in Hai's heart when he and Linh – a lovely lover – curled up in a warm blanket together. The narrow motel room seemed to shrink, leaving only two bodies that were tightly intertwined.
Linh lay close to Hai, her silky soft skin gliding lightly on his chest. Her hair was slightly tangled, her breathing was hurried, as if she wanted to fan the smoldering fire between the two of them. Hai's hand slid along her spine, pulling that small body close to her. Ling's eyes looked at him softly, his lips trembled gently: "It's
raining so cold out there, I want to be warmed by you."
He didn't answer, just gently placed a long kiss on her forehead, then traced down her neck, chest... Linh's body gradually warmed up with each touch, each soft moan sounded attractively. The room was filled with urgent breathing, the smell of flesh, the sound of rain and infatuation.