Now she really belonged to him.
Joseph looked down at the woman's pale face in his arms. Her long eyelashes were like butterflies resting in the center of a flower, and her enchanting, tender body was covered by the blanket. She was sexy but pure, and he was obsessed with her graceful body but also moved by her pureness and courage in sex. At the moment of orgasm, she panted and moaned.
Looking at her, he recalled the scene the previous night that got his adrenaline pumping. Gradually his sexual desire was rekindled again, and this time it was even stronger than last night. His body felt extremely hot, while Irish's body was so cool that he wanted to extinguish the fire inside him with it.
Irish was still not completely awake, and she looked at him with her blinking eyes.
She pressed her face closely into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body.
