"Hmm…" Amber moaned softly into his mouth as she continued kissing Victor, and after some time, when she could no longer hold on as she was running short of breath, she unwrapped her arms from him and let him go.
Plop.
A thin bridge of saliva formed as both lovers disconnected their lips.
"That was delightful, Master ❤️," Amber said seductively, then calmed down as she looked at the third wheel.
She noticed Sophie's flushed face, and a wicked thought appeared on her face.
"Sophie… something wrong? Do you have a fever?" Amber asked, and Sophie, who had kept her head down, jolted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"N-No, nothing. I will go out first." Without even looking at them, she bolted out of the dungeon.
"You are really mischievous," Victor looked at Amber and gave a wry smile.
"Hehe," Amber just giggled mischievously.
