"Marcel, I am feeling..." Jenna's words trailed off her mouth. Marcel's mouth worked amazingly well against her neck. His gentle ministrations were enough to bring her to the edge of ecstasy.
"If you confess you love me," Marcel said, "I may stop," his fingers played with the knots of her floral below knee-length dress. His eyes met her gaze, searching for the reply he had been looking for a long time.
"I-I don't," Jenna was still adamant about it. Corey was her chosen man, who in her eyes would provide her everything she desired. Marcel could definitely affect her, but he could not break her resolve.
"We will see how long you keep lying to me. Even if your pretty mouth lies, your body can't," Marcel said and began untying the knots on her dress, slowly yet sensually.
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