"Squeak"
In the hotel, the bathroom door opened, and a mist of water vapor gushed out.
Locke walked out with a satisfied expression, while wrapped in a towel.
A moment later, Hathaway, whose skin was tender and her hair gushing like a waterfall, came out as well.
At this moment, there was still a hint of redness on her face, which added to her charm.
"Your skills are getting better and better under my training." Locke sat on the sofa, looked at Hathaway's flawless, curvaceous body and smiled.
Hathaway rolled her eyes at him and complained: "You still have the nerve to say that? Two days ago, I was exhausted. Fortunately for you, my constitution is strong. Had I been any other woman, I doubt they would be able to withstand your fierce output."
"Hehe. That's why I chose you." In front of his lover, Locke was not as hypocritical. He displayed his lecherous side in full.