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

"Jane, I want you."

somewhat husky. However, the wild voice sounds incredibly

I'm a little dizzy.

no longer resist and sink into the fantastic intercourse

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

be so

coquettishly, patting gently on

two seconds, and suddenly speeds up, moving faster

the air, floating towards the brightest and farthest

a white light meets my eyes. I

down, and I

...

the end, he releases in

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

look outside. It

intercourse, I heard knocks on the door. Our

the orgasms, Frances reluctantly let go

of bed, about to get the cell phone at

feet touch the ground, I find my legs so sore that I can't

He's gone too

he got his oats, and he just doesn't care about my feeling

log. It was indeed the makeup artist and the stylist who