Her face began to turn, her hands on both sides clasping the sand tightly, and her knuckles almost stuck in.
Under the moonlight, in the fireworks, Joseph had taken off his clothes.
So it was easy for her to see that thing in his crotch.
Joseph was naturally familiar with her psychological craving. Seeing her try to turn her face, he smiled, reaching out over her face so that she could not turn a blind eye to him.
This was definitely a thrill for Irish, who wanted to climb the peak repeatedly.
She longed for something to enrich her.
And he was the best choice.
Irish's heart slid on the steel wire, flickering left and right. She would rather Joseph give her some ecstasy so that even if she longed for it, she could convince herself that it was because of the drugs.
But Joseph, who had made it clear that he was really patient, flirted with her.
