ry

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ia moaned out loud while Zayne ke

r seat while Zayne was on the driver’s side; she was facing his dir

breast and squeezed it ti

it. Even if she screams at the top of her lungs, no one will h

r as he tampered her wetness into her lips and devoured it. He hardened his tongue and

d away. He wiped his face and lips

pants down to his knee, and glanced

s her mound and slowly sat on it. She holds onto his shoulders and can’t help but

sway her hips, grinding back and forth. It was g

enly, she thought of an idea. She pulled herself up and fixed her position, making her face the front while her back was facin

s faster and push

grinding and pumping herself into his hardness. Her right finger went into her clit as she arched her body. And her index and middle finge

ight shoulder while Delia c

of a moan escaped

s hardness until Zayne pushed her up and swiftly grabb

fix herself. “That was quick, baby,” sh

s like that after sex. He’s ignoring her, but when she flash

east,” Delia said when sh

his car and sped away from t

bag. She dialed Martha’s number. In just three rings, he

away a little bit becau

el

“Lower your voice, will you? I’m on my way home. Why?” she lied.

’re inside my

r of her skin rose up. “H-How…” this time, she

did

’t make me a dumb girl, Delia. I

outh, M

Zayne’s deep voice broke

when Zayne glanced

peaker mode,” Zayne

at it was sarcasm, making her laugh, but when Zayne

he sawm restaurant. You have yo

car. Why does it h

rth

artha said and

e her bag. No one dared to talk after the

e Zayne granted her what she wanted.

ted, making Delia frow

gonna

smiled. She opened the doo

ndeed beautiful and sexy. However, she’s too young for him, and ev

ant, a waiter approaches them and asks them if they have a reservation

a dinner for

assuming, the corners

restaurant near the glass wall. The waiter p

eir orders. “I will call you. I still need to wait f

the menu. However, she couldn’t focus because she could feel t

nded unbothered. Until they heard Martha’s voice, she put down the menu book and smile

r, making the latter groan in pain. “Martha!” she exclaimed. With

at Martha.

e?” Martha cut off the

tter a word when Zayne spoke. “Enough wit

daughter, but you didn’t even

warning tone from

ll your secret to Delia?” she threatened to m

ed. “What

a gri

yne warned h

at Delia. “You don’t have to worr

med unbothered even if people ins

mit it, dad? It’s been years. You don’t have to den

on. “W-What are you saying, Martha?” she

you, and it’s been three years,” she

nd she turned in Zayne’s direction. And when