The night was hazy.
The light in the bedroom dimmed.
Her mind was turned into mush by his kisses, leaving no room for her to think about anything else.
She didn't know when their place turned into a bed.
She summed it up and concluded that Manuel's kissing skills were too superior for her to resist.
In the darkness, he said something.
The desire on her face was strong, and she hadn't had a chance to respond to him yet.
He had already been picked up by him.
He was deeply involved in it, how could he let her go...
In the early morning, Britney, who woke up groggily, felt unbearable pain in her waist.
Muttering under his breath, he turned over and got out of bed.
What kind of man did she end up marrying?
After finishing washing up, changing into clean clothes, and putting on light
