Irish could not help gasping, trembling in a voice pleading, "Please...Be gentle."
She thought he would ignore her plea; after all, he was drunk. Hurting her would be his most direct thought.
But unexpectedly, Joseph slowed down the force and speed of entry. Irish felt that her body was filling up inch by inch.
He bowed his head and gently bit her lips, which smelled of wine and wood.
"So big..." She could not help panting.
He put his big hand on her waist, held her high, and invaded her body slightly.
Every time he reached a certain depth, Joseph stopped.
Then slowly evacuate.
And he will be entering gently and firmly. It was just that every time he entered, he went a little deeper than before.
This kind of treatment could be called gentle torture.
Within a few moments, Irish's body was awakened by his strength.
Her falling arms could not help but circle his neck.
