This man, has he no shame?
"Don't mess around, there are a lot of people passing by here. If you touch me, I... I'll call for help!"
"Call for help? Do you want them to see your wonderful performance? Should I call Oliver Johnson to come over as well?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"I'm serious." With a slight exertion, he pulled her onto his lap. The last two times, he was the one who ignited the fire inside him, but she would just leave.
He skillfully unbuttoned her clothes, his thin lips covering hers.
"Asher Land,..." her body couldn't help but tremble slightly at his teasing.
As he said, her body was indeed too sensitive, and those places were firmly grasped by him.
His kisses grew deeper as his hands restlessly roamed over her.
Her body became limp like water, powerlessly clinging to him.
She sometimes felt pathetic, knowing she didn't want to do such things with him, yet once he teased her, her body started to lose control.
