hopesp: переводы

→But she couldn’t stop. The thumb in her mouth was a small substitute for the organ in Gala’s mouth, but it was curiously just as effective. Diana felt things melt low in her belly. At length, he tugged her forward until he could press her against his side. Her leg bumped Gala’s shoulder, but she couldn’t concentrate on that. Not when his glistening black lips were bending to take hers. His kiss was bliss. Warm as sunshine to a chilled body. Eagerly, she drank from him, sucking his tongue into her mouth before he had a chance to offer it. When he pulled from her, she protested, reaching. Smiling, he backed away. Only distantly did she know her friend stood beside her.