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."

lays me on the bed, takes off my nightgown

"Jane, I want you."

with lust, somewhat husky. However, the wild voice

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 feel

be

grumble coquettishly, patting gently on

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

the

I scream and tremble

slow down, and I

...

end, he

love juice rushes into the deepest part of my body.

outside. It is almost

knocks on the door. Our

Frances reluctantly let go of

bed, about to get the cell phone at the

find my legs

He's gone

has been too long since he got his oats, and he just doesn't care about my feeling

was indeed the makeup artist and the stylist who