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.

I give in

am still shy or I just had my orgasm, but my body is boiling hot, and my legs are so weak

his arms, his eyes filled with

and puts it on his

I am hot all over, when I touch it, I bounce off feeling

It's scalding.

It's huge.

to look at it. I don't have the strength to do it. I can only bury my head in Frances' arms and lean

whispers in my ear,

speaks, he put my legs around his waist and carries

touches the deepest part of

holding power over me, so after he

on his desk, driving the house with all his

the sofa, the bed, the balcony, and the

energy is always so

but I feel

but

aren't you

look at the man who is still fighting and

let me touch you for so