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."

he lays me on the bed, takes off my nightgown and sinks his head

"Jane, I want you."

filled with lust, somewhat husky. However, the wild voice sounds

I'm a little dizzy.

no longer resist and sink into the fantastic

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

be

coquettishly, patting gently on his

pauses, gazes at me for two seconds, and suddenly speeds

a feather floating in the air, floating towards the

white light meets my eyes. I scream and tremble crazily as

slow down, and I have orgasms again

...

the end, he releases in my

into the deepest part of my body. My

outside. It is

the door. Our phones also rang

the orgasms, Frances reluctantly

out of bed, about to get the cell phone

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

gone

too long since he got his oats, and he just

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