In My Desperate Time

I push his head, trying to get him farther away from me. I keep my legs tucked in to prevent him from invading me further.

How can I let him kiss me on such a private spot?

Frances stops and looks at me with an evil smile.

"Be good. Relax."

He reaches out his fingers and gently touches my sensitive area.

"No!"

I can't help but moan in embarrassment, and my legs part slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Frances buries his head there and uses his lips and tongue to invade my most delicate garden.

I never thought he would do such a dirty thing. Did I not understand men, or did I think him noble?

No matter what, I can't think anymore.

It feels completely different from when he enters me with his big boy, but it gives me such an indescribable pleasure.

I grab his shoulders and let out uncontrollable moans.

give in and reach the

am still shy or I just had my orgasm, but my body is boiling hot,

hugs me in his arms, his

puts it on his big

touch it,

It's scalding.

It's huge.

strength to do it.

and whispers in my ear, "You're comfortable. Now, it's my

around his waist and carries me into

touches the deepest

still holding power over me, so after he pushes a few

places me on his desk, driving the

the sofa, the bed, the balcony, and the

is always so

passed, but I feel all

men could be sucked dry, but now I

why aren't

the man who is still

says, "You did not let me touch you for so long. When a man holds back for that long, he can be