if the end is right it justifies THE BEANS!

Keep your wrist like this. Don't lower it. Or I'll stop. And... be patient. Until I'm satisfied.

“Wife” is a term that the young mistress enjoys hearing from her dear wife. The status that proclaims her affiliation with this magnificent woman is something she enjoys. Any way you describe her as belonging to P’Runch—“my wife,” “my lover,” “my woman”—she loves it.

“I like what you called me just now.” In her initial remark following the kiss, the young mistress makes the bold admission that she enjoys being claimed by Runchlaphat. She presses her forehead against her wife’s, her eyes begging for tenderness. Her actions are making her dear wife fold completely. “‘P’Runch’s wife,’ ‘P’Runch’s lover,’ and ‘P’Runch’s woman.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I be yours forever?” A kiss is planted on Runchlaphat’s cheek following that request. The older woman nods readily. Her wife, however, is not satisfied. Peeracha plants another kiss on the corner of her dear wife’s lips and asks again. “Can I be yours, P’Runch?”

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