At first, Claude could still maintain his rhythm, pulling out completely before thrusting back in forcefully, each time hitting the sensitive spot that made Lillian gasp silently.
Lillian trembled all over, wanting to wrap her arms around Claude's neck, but her arms were weak, and her manicured nails unconsciously left scratches on the man's back.
It was too deep... too deep... Lillian choked on her own saliva, but there was no time for her to recover. Her coughing caused her p***y to contract irregularly, and her green eyes welled up with tears, swaying weakly as if she couldn't stand being f****d anymore.
It was too dark in the screening room to see anything. But Claude subconsciously felt that Lillian would look good like this. So he turned on a small light.
In the dim light, Lillia
