On the soft bed, Betty was pressed down by Bryson. She couldn't push him away, so when she breathed, she could feel the man's clear and cold hormone aura.
Bryson originally only wanted to punish her for stealing his wine, but he didn't think that this girl's scent was so sweet that it made him want to kiss his without letting go.
Therefore, this punishment had to be kissed, and it had become a little out of control, there was even no end to it.
"Ugh ..." Betty's mind was in a mess. Adding the stimulation from the alcohol, she felt as if her entire body had been electrocuted. She realized that her pushing power was getting weaker and weaker, and this man's kissing was getting more and more tempting.
She couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck in response.
How could Bryson be wi
