Walking with a slight stagger, she shot Ryan a fierce glare and said, "Sugar Daddy, what are we eating now?"
"What do you feel like having?"
Ryan asked considerately, naturally taking Abigail's hand in his.
Abigail's hand stiffened, her palm instantly sweating. She looked down and giggled. "This is such a weird experience. Suddenly, it feels a little awkward."
"What's there to be awkward about?"
After drinking, they left the motorcycle behind, and Ryan hailed a taxi.
"I've slept with both men and women, had sex, and lost my virginity, but I've never been in a relationship or held hands like this. Isn't that strange?"
Abigail wore a thoughtful expression, a hint of mischief in her tone. "Oh, and my first kiss…"
"It wasn't given to my mom's lips—it was to her pussy… Hehe!"
Slightly drunk, Abigail dared to say anything. Indeed, the path to a woman's heart was through her vagina. After their intimacy, the two of them felt an unbreakable closeness.
