The room was pitch black, and no one knew that a woman was sitting on the bed, beneath her was not a soft quilt, but a man's head.
If someone were to turn on the light at this moment, they would see layers upon layers of silvery-white skirt piled up on the bed, and within the skirt, a secret, erotic affair.
Alice's head was raised high, a few strands of hair plastered to her neck with sweat. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her fingers clenching the skirt involuntarily, leaving it wrinkled and messy.
The pleasure building beneath her was relentless. The fragmented kisses and licking brought her close to a daze. All her senses were concentrated in one place, making her want to escape this maddening pleasure.
But a pair of hands gripped her waist tightly, forcing her closer. She was pre
