Unfortunately for Evianne, Zamond would not give her his s****l favors just like that.
He kept titillating her leisurely, watching her groan and stroke her face in a horny way.
Zamond enjoyed the sight of Evianne pleading with him in a cutesy voice. It struck him as very amusing.
Evianne found his behavior annoying, but she did not have the guts to anger him.
Since playing tough with him was not an option, she had no choice but to be tactful.
Fortunately, she was very good at being tactful.
She twined her arms around Zamond's neck, leaned her rosy lips to his ear, and kept sweet-talking him.
"Honey, my sweetheart, please… I'm begging you…"
Zamond's thin lips curved in a smile as he unhurriedly caressed her limp body.
He clamped his well-proportioned fingers on Evianne's chin. "Beg
