"Hmmp .…" Elena buried her fingers deep into the accent cushion beside her. Her knuckles turning stark white from the sheer force of her grip.
Her petite frame began to twist uncontrollably against the smooth leather sofa surface. The heavy, rhythmic pulsing hammered mercilessly against her inner walls, forcing her natural moisture to flow rapidly, completely drenching the exterior of the silicone massager.
Elena’s breathing turned incredibly shallow. Her chest rising and falling in an erratic, disorganized rhythm. She was forced to shield her trembling torso behind the large sofa cushion to prevent creating any suspicious movements should the man happen to glance in her direction.
Meanwhile, Julian continued to speak in an incredibly calm, assertive, and thoroughly professional registe
