Sweet Sorrow

In such a beautiful atmosphere, the two adults were flirting with each other and naturally began to have intimate movements.

Although the pool was inside, Nicole was too shy that she kept her last trace of clear head.

After entering the bedroom, Jacob showed no more worries.

Maybe it was because they hadn't fought each other for days, Jacob and Nicole were more enthusiastic than before.

They didn't fall into sleep until midnight.

The night was short.

The next day, when Nicole woke up, she felt like she was run over by something heavy. There was not a bone on her body.

Alas——

Nicole signed in her heart and opened her eyes.

Jacob, who was lying beside her, had already gone. The only trace of him being pressed down could be seen that he had had slept there.

Nicole stared at the marks for a while. Thinking of how ferocious Jacob was, she blushed again.

She bit her teeth, burying her head in the pillow. She dared not to raise her head because of shyness, especially when she smelled the scent of Jacob left in the air.

She didn't expect Jacob to come back suddenly.

Last night, Jacob was so... It was so fascinating.

Nicole recalled for a while with a blush. Jacob had a strong waist, a sexy mermaid's line, straight and powerful legs

As a result, she could hardly restrain herself.

she realized that Jacob didn't belong only to her, but to many

helpless feeling

hand, Nicole did not think she was eligible to monopolize this man.

to Jacob, they

more depressed she became. She sighed heavily, and

uncomfortable feeling on her legs and waist. Nicole deliberately ignored that feeling and chose a simple dress from the wardrobe to

didn't see Jacob. However, Nicole saw a breakfast table, which was filled with various kinds of delicate

Jacob just

sofa and began to have breakfast. She had used up all her energy in the last night as she had swim and had sex with Jacob.

of cake and drinking a cup of hot tea, Nicole

he trying to make me stay

Nicole felt depressed.

be so bored if she had to stay in the

felt bored and took

in the plates on the tea table, each of which was as delicate as a

and began to take pictures of the

them as

a variety of angles to study how to make the cake more beautiful, how to

decided to make a customized cake, Nicole began to understand that taking photos was not just simply taking photos, but a craftsmanship.

great loss in the effect when it

liked. She opened the album and leafed through,

the smiling photo for a while, and opened the

six or seven rings, the

"Nicole." Said Judy.

Hearing her mother's voice,

a holiday. He can help me. What about you? Are you coming back today? " It

was explaining to her. So she didn't blame her mother too much, but answered with embarrassment, "Mom, I won't go back this