Escape With The Ball

The top floor of a castle is as luxurious as it gets. A huge cream-colored king-size bed. "Kathryn, you're a real piece of work; you're volunteering to climb into my bed?" The man's voice was demonic and magnetic, the ultimate seduction for Catherine now. By the few lights in the room, the magnetic-voiced man drew closer and closer to himself. Catherine finally got a good look at the other man's face and It's Mark! The Marcus and Anthony families have been friends for generations. The two childhood sweethearts, but for Catherine Lotus, married to Mark, the mission of life is as important as eating and drinking water. Who made the Marcus family's company survive only by being dependent on the Anthony family. Only why was it so hard to feel like my body was on fire. "Brother Mark ......" Kathryn was groggy and only felt the fire inside her grow hotter and hotter. "I'm ...... so hot and uncomfortable ......" flower-like lips, thin neck, deep-set collarbones, round, full breasts, a waist that was full, smooth, tender, straight legs, the The slender body lay softly on the slightly sagging queen-sized bed, making it impossible to disturb ...... but wanting to disturb it completely. Catherine spoke up accusingly, her voice almost sounding like she was about to cry, writhing her body as she spoke. Mark's gaze was deep as the sea as he stood in front of her bed, his legs straight and long and The white shirt set off his tall, straight figure, and the collar loosened two further up and It was a face so handsome that it could take one's breath away, with deep, faceted features, sword brows and deep eyes, and thin lips slightly open under a straight nose, sexy and deadly. He inclined his eyes downward as the sweat on the woman before him grew, gradually soaking through her tight sarong. The man smiled somewhat dangerously as he gently ran one hand across the young girl's tender body. The visual effect of the big honey-colored hand catching on her slender waist is simply foul. How much is his hand primarily hot? Ah, scalding, this drowsy Kathryn let out a pitiful whimper while she was half asleep. Without the slightest hint of chivalry, he bullied his way up her entire body, forcing her to open her body by capturing her thin, limp waist with one hand. At the same time, the other stroked upward to cover the young girl's delicate breastpack. Still a little girl now ...... His five fingers closed and relaxed hard, his palm rubbing the tiny tip, feeling it stand up a little, rubbing daintily against his fingers. The young girl's untouched body had never been subjected to such bullying before. In her half-asleep state, she let out a low sob that seemed to cater to but also seemed to resist. But ...... what is the use of crying like this? The nasty, overbearing man buried himself heavily in his body lift, licking and lapping at Catherine's tender cheeks. The hand caught on his waist naturally rubbed up the soft breast on the other side, two fingers kneading the protrusion that had hardened at the top as he pressed down on her and bullied her. Catherine felt hard ...... and comfortable ...... what is this feeling...... tingling pleasure spread from between the hot breasts being played with, so strong that it was hard to bear. "Oo......" Her closed eyes unconsciously opened a little, hazel tears slipping down like stars, washing those blue eyes daintily and charmingly. Long, slender arms pushed back against the sunken press of her chest, which was hot and pulsing, making her limp hands even weaker. Noticing that the little girl underneath him had been woken up a little by the play, Mark licked the back of his teeth and bit down heavily on her pathetically soft lips, securing the arms that denied him his own in one hand over the top of the young girl's head, his knees scuffing backward to raise his body slightly. The other hand reached irresistibly behind his back and brought the young girl's quivering breasts to his face. Kissed until she was suffocating, Tamera looked up into his eyes in a daze, and in her hazel, teary eyes, she saw Mark's hard-lined face come up close to her heaving breasts, pulling a somewhat wicked grin at her before her thin lips opened and closed. Her crimson tongue curled up over her n****e. "Wooah ......" Her breasts weren't huge yet, and the suction from deep in her throat, as deep as if she were trying to swallow the mound of soft flesh whole, was tormenting Katherine to tears as the overbearing knight took the whole of one side of her mouth. He badgered his tongue around the n****e, finally sucking and pulling at the hard bulge as if sucking on a breast. The other mass of breast flesh got the same torture. "Mmmmmm ......," Catherine moaned nasally, her body answering Mark's ferocious stare honestly. There was a slight pain in her jaw as the man bit her sharp, delicate jaw, forcing her to open her eyes and look at himself. The knight's cold, hard face was now tinted with a hint of scarlet, and his golden pupils locked eyes with terrified blue ones, from which boundless, dangerous desire spread. The owner of the desire pulled a somewhat grim smile. He straightened his body and pressed one hand against the young girl's waist and stomach while the other tugged off the plain white shirt he was wearing. The man's movements were quick, and before Kathryn was dazed and confused, the naked, powerful body was on its knees on the bed, close to her. Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, she had a strong chest, a tight waist with neat block muscles, and thick pubic hair on her lower abdomen that even densely grazed her thighs. Catherine didn't dare to look down next at the dark, thick object of deep presence anymore, and she met Mark's eyes fearfully, trying to close her open legs in fear. Those golden eyes had been watching her, bringing out a twelve percent impishness. "The cold, bone-chilling voice spilled from thin lips once again, "Catherine, this is your initiative to climb into my bed ...... tonight, and you don't have the right to call it quits." The night of disorientation begins. The next instant, a "pop" sound, accompanied by the switch, was pressed, and the original dim room was instantly surrounded by bright; Catherine's eyes were blinded by light invasion, and the man, with a knife-like handsome face with handsome indifference, suddenly fell. I don't know how many long nights have passed. Early morning, the sunken place on his side rebounded, and the man rose. Kathryn couldn't open her eyes, so she moved slightly. The feeling of being run over by a large truck hit her instantly, reminding her of everything that had happened last night. She slept with Mark. After last night, Mark will be responsible for her and marry her, right? That should put Mom and Dad's minds at ease. Just the thought of the possibility that Mom and Dad could have gotten themselves drunk on purpose last night made the sinking feeling in Catherine's heart make it slightly more challenging for her to breathe. Mark took a few steps over to the couch, picked up his suit jacket, and put it on without slowing down. The whole thing looked polished, elegant, and noble, but he never glanced at Catherine from start to finish. Catherine couldn't help but panic as she thought about Mark's mocking words last night and how cold he was at the moment. "Brother Mark, last night ......" Mark's form stiffened slightly with his back to Catherine, and his expression froze as he slowly turned around with a hint of contempt in his brow. "What happened last night?" Kathryn looked puzzled, and her heart sank. "We're all adults. You and I are in love. Do you want me to be responsible?" After finishing in a cold voice, Mark, however, did not even give Catherine a chance to open her mouth. He coldly withdrew his sight and turned to leave, leaving Catherine with a cold back.