Marcellus almost kissed all of her lips, and his flexible tongue traced back and forth as if he didn't feel tired at all. This was the first time he had gone to serve a woman instead of being pleased with himself.
He took off his clothes. The friction between their skins was particularly intimate, but Beryl endured it and did not make a sound.
Marcellus glanced at her tightly pursed lips and lowered his head to suck on her left earlobe. Just now, when he caressed her earlobe, she trembled a little.
Sure enough, Beryl immediately got goosebumps. She moaned coquettishly, "Ah, don't..."
Her voice was soft, and at this time, her lust was even more tempting. Not to mention anything else, her appearance alone was enough to make men intoxicated.
Marcellus's muscles bulged, and he couldn't hold it in any longer.
He raised his long arm to touch the buttons on her waist. He had done this kind of thing countless times, and it wouldn't take him much time to unbutton them.
Feeling the power released, Beryl froze. A trace of uneasiness and timidity appeared in her hazy eyes. She reached out to pull him. "Don't..."
"Don't say anything. How do I make it?" Marcellus pulled her pants to his knees and pulled her underwear without giving her a chance to explain.
This time, Beryl was really panicking. That sense of reality swept over her. Although she had told herself very firmly a second ago that it was nothing and that it would be over after she endured it for a while, she could not calm down now.
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