Another bite, another moan and half-growl. More kisses along the body, possessive, rough, but at the same time gentle and loving. Another moan escapes from the lips of his lady, and the man only gets more excited. Oh, how beautiful she is. And most importantly, only his. And he will remind her of this on their next night together, in which he will again roughly take her.

His hands thoughtlessly and brazenly walked over the woman's body, not leaving a single part without attention. Going lower, Wesker kissed every corner, squeezing the soft sides with one hand, and the hips with the other. The moans escaping from the lips of his beloved intoxicated him with such a force that no alcohol could ever compare with. Returning to these soft, juicy, red and sweet lips, Albert without thinking began to kiss them again in a particularly passionate way, crushing them with his own and biting, wanting to enjoy them as long as possible.

The girl on the verge of orgasm asks for more, to which the guy fulfills her request, starting to prepare her for his dimensions. He looks into her eyes, as if silently asking permission to continue his little arbitrariness.