I push his head, trying to get him farther away from me. I keep my legs tucked in to prevent him from
invading me further.
How can I let him kiss me on such a private spot?
Frances stops and looks at me with an evil smile.
"Be good. Relax."
He reaches out his fingers and gently touches my sensitive area.
"No!"
I can't help but moan in embarrassment, and my legs part slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity,
Frances buries his head there and uses his lips and tongue to invade my most delicate garden.
I never thought he would do such a dirty thing. Did I not understand men, or did I think him noble?
No matter what, I can't think anymore.
It feels completely different from when he enters me with his big boy, but it gives me such an
indescribable pleasure.
I grab his shoulders and let out uncontrollable moans.
Under his fierce attack, I give in and reach the peak of joy.
I don't know if it is because I am still shy or I just had my orgasm, but my body is boiling hot, and my
legs are so weak that I can't even stand.
Frances hugs me in his arms, his eyes filled with desire.
He takes my hand and puts it on his big boy.
Even though I am hot all over, when I touch it, I bounce off feeling the fire in it.
It's scalding.
It's huge.
I don't dare to look at it. I don't have the strength to do it. I can only bury my head in Frances' arms and
lean against him.
He lowers his head and whispers in my ear, "You're comfortable. Now, it's my turn."
As he speaks, he put my legs around his waist and carries me into his room.
Every step he takes touches the deepest part of my body.
My last orgasm is still holding power over me, so after he pushes a few times, I have another one.
Frances smiles evilly and places me on his desk, driving the house with all his might.
From the desk to the sofa, the bed, the balcony, and the floor.
Frances' energy is always so shocking.
I don't know how much time has passed, but I feel all of my strength has been drained.
I thought only men could be sucked dry, but now I know the same goes for women.
"Frances, why aren't you done yet?"
I look at the man who is still fighting and says weakly.
The man chuckles and says, "You did not let me touch you for so long. When a man holds back for that
long, he can be scary."
"It sounds like you don't have other women," I say unhappily and roll my eyes.
But I feel sad.
I'm not Frances' only woman, and I never expect to be. As a womanizer, he must have multiple women.
It's just that I don't bother to ask.
"No," he says with a sullen look and goes harder.
I can feel his stick getting hotter and bigger in me.
We've done this many times. I know Frances is about to have his orgasm.
Just then, the sound of the baby crying comes from the next room.
Out of instinct, I push Frances hard, wanting to get up from under him.
"Move aside. The baby is crying. He must be hungry."
It has been three to four hours since I fed him. How can he not be hungry?
Frances hugs me tightly and refuses to let go. He frowns and says in a deep voice, "Wait a moment. I
am almost there."
As he says, he pushes even harder.
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