"Alexander Johnson, you bastard! Ah!"
Chloe Simpson never expected Alexander Johnson to suddenly become so fierce.
Engaging in such intense actions.
They had done it so many times, but it had never been this wild.
Indeed, men are naturally adept at these things.
And their variety is always much more than women's.
"..."
Alexander Johnson remained silent, as if he hadn't heard Chloe's words.
He only knew how to continue, vent, stimulate her.
It seemed that only by doing this could he endure not missing her, not seeking her, not touching her for the foreseeable future.
Afterward, Chloe seemed like a toy.
Legs spread wide.
Split apart.
Her hands grasped, lifted into the air.
Dragged by the hips.
Pressed to kneel.
"Ah!"
"Mm!"
Chloe kept making sounds of unbearable discomfort.
The bed was almost wrecked from the turmoil.
Chloe could hear the creaking sound of the high-end custom bed.
Round after round of turmoil, Chloe truly couldn't take it anymore.
