Chapter 242

A rich, masculine scent washed over her like relentless waves, instantly submerging her and making her feel suffocated.

Her consciousness blanked for a moment, lost in the dominating and crude kissing and caressing, unable to extricate herself.

Wang Dahai, like a bull in heat, loomed over her delicate body in the pitch-black living room with not a single ray of light.

His tongue explored every corner of her mouth, seizing the faint fragrance and sucking on her saliva.

His large hand reached up her skirt, resting over her "peach garden," pressing firmly and rubbing.

The already moist valley was immediately overflowing, drenching the palm of his hand.

After caressing for a while, his hand moved to her lower abdomen, slipping past her "little intimates" and plunging down.

Without the obstruction of her "little intimates," the sensation became even more distinct.

Puch.