But Joseph just moved calmly with his strong arms surrounding her tightly. He was so fit, while she was petite as a feather, gasping and immersed in his chest like a paste.
This kind of position required a man's total control. In this way, Irish realized completely what the real feeling of being conquered was.
"You...broke your words. You let me take the initiative…." This unique posture and sense of excitement made her gradually numb with every thrust he made.
Joseph lowered and kept her in his mouth with a light voice while his actions sped up, "It's better for a man to take the initiative."
"Joseph..." She looked up and was nearly cramped. She called out his name repeatedly while savoring the pleasure they shared.
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Compared with Irish, Lilith was not so lucky. While the barmaids were bailed out and left one by one, she was still in the interrogation room, drooping her head and losing her will like a piece of limp lettuce.
