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."

takes off my nightgown and sinks his

"Jane, I want you."

somewhat husky. However,

I'm a little dizzy.

sink into

He behaves very rudely like a spring chicken. Several times, I feel he wants to knock me

don't be

grumble coquettishly, patting

gazes at me for two seconds, and suddenly speeds up, moving

in the air, floating towards the

meets my eyes. I scream and tremble

I have orgasms

...

the end, he releases in my

deepest part of my body. My body

It

I heard knocks on the

the orgasms, Frances reluctantly

to get the cell phone

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

gone

since he got his oats, and he just doesn't care about my

the phone and check the call log. It was indeed the makeup artist and