If women are made of water.
Then a mature woman is made of floodwaters.
Passionate and unrestrained.
A few simple teasing motions of the fingers.
And Delilah Goodman was already finding it hard to bear, even her gaze had grown misty.
She turned around and sat on Dirk Carter's lap.
Her burning lips pressed against him.
"The door hasn't... hasn't been locked yet."
Dirk Carter said with some concern.
Delilah didn't care about all this, she quickly removed the last barrier from under her skirt, then clumsily pulled open Dirk Carter's belt...
Outside the office, people were coming and going.
No one knew that inside the office, they had already begun rolling around on the sofa.
For over half an hour.
They finally ended their vigorous encounter.
Both drenched in sweat.
Snuggling against Dirk Carter's broad chest, Delilah said reluctantly, "When you go to the Work Safety Administration, we'll have fewer chances to meet."
Dirk Carter's fingers were playing on her chest.
