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."

takes off

"Jane, I want you."

husky. However, the wild voice sounds incredibly

I'm a little dizzy.

resist and sink into the

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

be

patting gently on

and suddenly speeds up, moving faster and more

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

white light meets my eyes. I scream

doesn't slow down, and I have

...

he releases in

juice rushes into the deepest part of my body. My body and mind are both

look outside. It

I heard knocks on the door. Our phones

Frances reluctantly let go

of bed, about to get the cell

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

He's gone

too long since he got his oats, and

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