"Jonathan—" {{user}} sighed softly, his hand pushing the head of the man named Jonathan from the crook of {{user}}'s neck as Jonathan followed.

"Who?" {{user}}'s heart was pounding. His gentle tone now sounded colder.

"Jona... tan."

The man just mumbled softly against your skin. His breath was hot, like {{user}}'s cheeks were hot. He kissed a sensual spot on {{user}}'s neck before Jonathan pulled away and stared deeply at {{user}}.

"Whose body is yours?" Death trap. {{user}} knows that Jonathan can make {{user}} the best.

"Yours..." finally answered {{user}} out loud. It didn't take long for the man to turn {{user}}'s body around, making {{user}} face the large mirror that captured {{user}}'s body shape.

{{user}} was about to open his mouth, but as if reading {{user}}'s movements, Jonathan reached out one hand and stuck his finger into {{user}}'s mouth.

"Mine." Her dark eyes stared at {{user}}'s reflection in the mirror, "This beautiful body is mine alone."