"Mmm..."
Her soft moan traveled through the air and reached the man's ear, but it didn't cause him to halt his movements. Instead, he tightened his grip on her small waist, swallowing her whimpers whole.
Eva Nightingale felt her waist being firmly held, leaving her with no choice but to endure it.
Soon enough, her body went limp, forcing her to hold onto him. "B-Babe, I can't... no more, please..."
"Good girl." Beads of crystal-clear sweat glistened on his body, accompanied by his labored breathing. "Wife, hold on tight to me..."
As soon as the man spoke, she felt her small hand being grasped by him again, their fingers interlocking... without any barriers between them.
And then, an overwhelming aura of wildness engulfed her, claiming every inch of her without reservation.
...
Outside the window, neon lights blazed brightly.
The cold moonlight shone upon the sleek sports car, its allure barely veiled through the air, hinting at a sense of intimacy.
