After saying this sentence.
Dirk Carter's hand was held by her.
She grabbed his hand, made it pass through her shirt hem, and directed it to her bosom. To make it easier for Dirk, Edith Walsh even unclasped her bra.
"Are they big? Soft?"
She asked sensuously.
"Big and soft."
Dirk marveled.
Edith Walsh felt a bit proud and said, "Naturally, although I'm over thirty, I haven't had children."
Dirk's hand kneaded on the peaks for a while.
Edith Walsh gradually felt it too, and in the darkness, low moans could be heard from her throat.
Then.
She again guided Dirk Carter's hand.
Unfastened her belt, placing it between her thighs.
When Dirk's hand covered the mysterious place, Edith couldn't help but let out a soft "Mm", making Dirk feel a thrill, thinking there couldn't be a better way to die than this.
His fingers started to play and tease the butterfly's wings.
Edith Walsh reacted more intensely.
