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."

bed, takes off

"Jane, I want you."

with lust, somewhat husky. However, the

I'm a little dizzy.

and sink into the fantastic intercourse

we made love. He behaves very rudely like a spring chicken. Several times, I

don't be

grumble coquettishly, patting gently on his

seconds, and suddenly

the air, floating towards the brightest and

white light meets my eyes. I scream and tremble crazily

doesn't slow down, and I have orgasms again and

...

he releases

my body. My body and mind are

outside. It is almost

the intercourse, I heard knocks on the door. Our phones also rang many

orgasms, Frances reluctantly let

bed, about to get the

the ground, I find my legs so sore

gone

oats, and he just doesn't care about

was indeed