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 my nightgown and sinks his

"Jane, I want you."

with lust, somewhat husky. However, the wild

I'm a little dizzy.

no longer resist and sink into the fantastic intercourse with

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

don't be

coquettishly, patting gently on

two seconds, and suddenly

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

meets my eyes. I scream and tremble crazily as I'm

I have orgasms again

...

the end, he

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

look outside. It is almost

heard knocks on the door. Our phones also rang

Frances reluctantly

of bed, about to get the cell phone

my legs

gone

has been too long since he got his oats, and he just doesn't

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