Chapter 95: Mr. President, Dear, I Don't love You Anymore
His intense gaze flicked up to look at her, his thin lips biting open a condom before peeling off the light pink plastic to cover the large tip, slowly sliding it down.
Samantha felt the dryness of her lips, prompting her to stick out her tongue to moisten them.
"I'm saving that for tonight, okay? Right now, let me finish inside you first—I can't hold back anymore. You're driving me wild," he said.
The soft, husky voice and his gaze made Samantha bite her lip tightly, unable to argue that she never teased him. It was always him teasing her, and now he was clearly teasing her, making her crave that part of him, wanting to swallow him, wanting him in her mouth.
And now, as his impressive size stood boldly, she had to swallow hard
