"You're committing a crime..."
The voice was hoarse, the man's words helpless, his breath rapid and heavy, but after just a second, he suddenly held her tightly.
Walter Schmidt lowered his head, his lips pressing against her delicate earlobe. Ever since the pregnancy, the two of them had rarely engaged in intimate actions because he was afraid of hurting her.
But at this moment, he could no longer restrain his inner longing.
"Are you sure you can?" His breath was deep and chaotic, as scattered kisses fell on her slender, white neck.
Emma Benson nodded, holding him tightly, and proactively offered her red lips...
This night was bound to be a fiery one, yet when dawn broke, Emma Benson was holding her face and wailing.
The man woke up in shock, thinking that she was unwell, and held her in his arms to check her condition.
"I'm sorry!..." Emma Benson closed her eyes, not daring to look at him, continuously apologizing.
