Outside, the searching men look at each other, but then ambiguous smile at each other and do not bother them. They are having fun, listening to William with that dark hoarse voice, the woman with the delicate moan, obviously a good thing is in full swing.
The sound of footsteps away, Belle breathes a sigh of relief, jade-like jade arm hanging on the neck of William, the whole person is in his arms, close to no gap, her soft squeezes his chest, he looks down and sees the attractive scenery.
Hot air surges, Belle wants to escape from the hotel while she still has a trace of sanity, however, William's entire body blocks the doorway, she has no way back, no door in front, Belle doesn't react for a moment, and the medicine is too powerful, she is grinding in William's arms and even doesn't feel the danger.
The simple movements of the young girl, set off William's burning desire, he picks up her chin, examining this standard face, such as a white lotus blossomed to the extreme, confusing his vision.
The tumult in his lower abdomen stimulates his wildness.
"Please get out of ...... the way," Belle exhales like an orchid, her tone low and hoarse.
A small amount of blood spills from the corner of William's lips, it is Belle's handiwork. The man's slender fingers wipes away the blood from the corner of his lips, his ink-coloured eyes reflecting the demonic colour of blood, like a cheetah running through the wildest of the Mexican jungle.
Belle suddenly scares up, hastily backs up but William buckles her body, the two figures instantly invert, William’s tone is seductive as the devil, "Let me teach you, what is called a real kiss."
The words just feel, the hot kiss comes with it.
The solid French kiss, he seizes Belle's lips and tongue, explores the secret place, his kiss as his body also brings a tropical storm, Belle is forcefully involved in this messy erotic sensory enjoyment.
Belle is confused, struggling, struggling not to open, but the drug plays, such a kiss makes her body as a point of general, she is wearing a low-waisted short dress, William takes advantage of all the advantages.
Until Belle can not breathe, William only lets go of her lips, lips brimming with colour, is sucked by her red and swollen, white rabbit-like cute face, but has a devil's body, so he sees the poor look, completely hooked up with a man's wild desire to ravage.
William laughs.
Laughing like a Siren, laughing upside down, two exquisite dimples emerge on his cheeks, charming and noble, but with a satanic darkness.
Belle faints and falls into his arms.
Belle wakes up from the heat, the room is lit with an orange crystal lamp, touching luxury, the mattress is so soft that she almost sank into it, instantly giving Belle the feeling that she is the Princess Pea.
She groans in discomfort, messy memories suddenly rush into her mind, Belle breaks out in a cold sweat and quickly gets up from the bed, the silk quilt slid down, she looked down, her clothes are intact, and she let out a sigh of relief.