This was the most beautiful night for Richard—high in the sky, beneath the moonlight, and even in the open air.
The most beautiful part was the fact that throughout the entire session, Lilith was on top, taking the lead.
Her wild side truly awakened because she was drunk.
Unfortunately, even after all that, she still called Richard boy.
In the end, she collapsed helplessly on top of Richard, her face buried beside his neck.
Richard held her, enjoying the softness of her body while stroking her fragrant, silky blond hair.
It was truly wonderful—and fortunately, no one passed overhead.
If someone had, Richard would have killed that person, and Lilith probably would have done it herself.
This was something meant to be seen only by Richard's eyes.
"I wonder what Lisa thinks about us making love?" Lilith suddenly spoke.
Richard didn't know how to react to that.
To think she would bring up Lisa now.
