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

"Jane, I want you."

filled with lust, somewhat husky. However, the wild

I'm a little dizzy.

and sink into the

has been a long time since we made love. He behaves very rudely like a spring chicken. Several times, I feel

don't be

patting

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

a feather floating in the air, floating towards the brightest and

I scream and tremble crazily

and I have orgasms

...

end, he releases in my

the deepest part of my body. My body and mind are

outside. It

on the door. Our phones also rang many

orgasms, Frances reluctantly

of bed, about to get the

legs so

He's gone too

his oats, and he just doesn't

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