Percy Stanton was gradually losing all reason, his hands began to roam dishonestly over Isabel Smith's body, even slipping into her skirt. He peeled her underwear and felt the damp sensation from inside her. His body electrified, with a sharp jolt, the temperature began to rise, and his already swollen lower body suddenly felt as if it was about to explode.
He let go of her lips, his scorching hot lips traveled down her cheek to her neck, then unbuttoned her shirt and nibbled on her snowy clavicle and soft breasts.
Isabel Smith felt like her body was on fire and she became increasingly hot. She didn't know if it was because of the overwhelming lust, her mind was muddled, and she gasped for air.
Percy Stanton was gently chewing on her breast, then suddenly lifted her up, raised his head, and kissed her, his hand rapidly tearing at her clothes. His movements were forceful, as if he desperately wanted to crush Isabel Smith to bits.