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."

the bed, takes off my nightgown and sinks his head onto

"Jane, I want you."

filled with lust, somewhat husky. However,

I'm a little dizzy.

longer resist and sink into the

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

be so

grumble coquettishly, patting gently on his

and suddenly

the air, floating towards the

a white light meets my eyes. I scream

slow down, and I have orgasms again and

...

end, he

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

look outside. It

knocks on the door. Our phones also rang many

the orgasms, Frances reluctantly

to

the ground, I find my legs so sore

gone

his oats,

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