Christine's red lips were slightly open, and her small mouth was panting, her breathing disordered in frequency.

Her two legs were still resting on Franklin's waist.

God!

Is she going to sleep with Franklin now?

Although she had a lot such experience in her last life, she had always resisted and he had forced her. None of it had been smooth, and this was the time to finally get laid?

Christine's mind was haphazardly overlapping various scenes.

What flashed in her head was the handsome countenance of Franklin,.which would make your blood burn even with a slight glance.

Clearly outside was a cold and celibate man, but how can it turn out to be another scene once indoors?

Further down in the picture was a man's sexy Adam's apple, mixed with a tiny amount of sweat, rolling right across his chest...

Eight-pack abs, a textured mermaid line, and finally to the deeper underbelly...

She couldn't find the direction at all, and her nose was hot.

She felt like Franklin could control himself but she was out of it!

She was in the middle of a whirlwind of thought when suddenly a dull, low utterance fell from above my head.

"Mrs. Brook, have you touched me enough?" Franklin saw the woman's black lashes quiver with nervousness, but her small hands were restless, lovingly stroking from his brow over his Adam's apple to his pectorals...

This girl, does she know what she's doing?

Christine was teasingly ridiculed and opened her eyes wide to see him catching her hand, her face turning red suddenly!

She wasn't just imagining it, it was real!

For a moment, countless fireworks bloomed in her mind.