As the distance narrowed, Anne deliberately moistened her lips in the most seductive motion possible. Her doll-like eyes scanned the man in front of her with interest. Eland enjoyed every movement. Anne's maroon lipstick-covered lips parted slowly. She used the tip of her wet tongue to brush the surface of Eland's lips.

"Don't kiss me back," Anne protested as the tip of her lips lifted briefly. Eland was about to respond to all of Anne's actions, somewhat taken aback by her.

"Why?"

"Don't. ...