In My Desperate Time

We are both drowned in the kiss.

He hasn't got his oats for days because of the busy work.

Now, it feels like someone who has been walking in the desert for several days catches sight of water.

His hand slides into my clothes and sets me on fire.

I'm just up and I don't even have the time to put on my underwear. His rough fingers linger on the sensitive spots on my breasts, causing me to tremble.

"No."

I gasp in a low voice. The refusal doesn't sound guarded, but willing.

The makeup artist and the stylist will be here soon. Frances is always reluctant to stop in a short while, so how can we have enough time to enjoy it?

However, Frances didn't seem to hear me. He lowers his head and gently bites on my shoulder.

He reaches the other hand to touch my underwear from under my nightgown.

Then he strokes my most private part through the underwear.

"They're coming soon. There's no time," I whisper, and under his caresses, I lose all my strength.

"They can wait."

lays me on the bed, takes

"Jane, I want you."

is filled with lust, somewhat husky. However, the wild voice

I'm a little dizzy.

no longer resist and sink into the fantastic intercourse with

since we made love. He behaves very rudely like a spring

don't be so

patting gently on

for two seconds, and suddenly speeds

like a feather floating in the air,

light meets my eyes. I scream and tremble crazily

and I have

...

end, he releases in

rushes into the deepest part of my body. My body and mind are both

It

intercourse, I heard knocks on the door. Our

orgasms, Frances reluctantly

to get the cell phone

touch the ground, I find my legs so sore that I can't even

gone

he got his oats, and he

log. It was indeed the makeup artist and