"Like, he'll pat my head for no reason, tease me about the smallest things, and occasionally give me these random hugs," Gwen said, rolling her eyes a little thinking that he really was too much sometimes.
Deborah's nails raked down his back, urging him on. "Faster, Lorenzo, but don't stop," she panted, her voice raw with desire. He obliged, picking up the pace, their hips colliding in a sensual tango.
But before Taozimao from Tianfeng Company could stand up, the female host continued, "The winner is from the front row, the Porter from Picca Comics with 'Your Name'!"
I watched as these lords, these "fathers," paraded their daughters around like show horses, adorned in luxurious silks and drenched with perfume - mere pawns to be married off for political gain.
"Who told you to say that Drake is a man, she is a beautiful, sexy and cheerful woman. But her charm and determination is not inferior to a man, she is a real super woman!"