She had long wanted to have him in her mouth.
Now she's finally about to get her wish.
South Grant's face was full of anticipation, Nathan Foster bowed his head like a caged beast, capturing her cherry-red lips.
His hand moved downward, that lace nightgown didn't block anything at all.
The skin under the nightgown, as smooth as satin, was truly a paradise for crime.
South Grant felt Nathan Foster's movements getting a bit out of control; at first, it was alright, but gradually she couldn't take it anymore, and started to hum softly:
"Take it easy..."
Nathan Foster looked up and saw her flushed cheeks, as if she was drunk.
Nathan Foster relaxed his grip a bit.
It was late at night.
From stormy winds to calm waves.
In the room, South Grant lay under the covers, angrily cursing.
"Nathan Foster, remember this!"
In anger, she threw Nathan Foster's things onto the floor and turned over, ignoring him.
