Chapter 113: Mr. President, Dear, I Don't Love You Anymore
Both hands wrapped around the slender waist, pulling the hips closer to him, and from the touch, it was clear that under his loose t-shirt, there was only a small garment concealing the beauty beneath.
The heat seemed to surge throughout the body, and seeing the soft cheeks blush, it was clear that Samantha felt the same way.
‘Oh Ben...’
He wasted no time rubbing his body against her beautiful hips up and down until Samantha shuddered, trying to pull away from his arm. He tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer, refusing to let those round hips feel lonely, because his hardening length was crying out for warmth to envelop it.
‘Ben... I want to continue making desserts.’
‘Wait a minute. Tell me, how does your president w
