Do I have your consent?
No.
Are you sure? Tyrone raised an eyebrow.
Sabrina bit her lip, staring into the darkness, silent.
Tyrone sensed her mixed emotions. He positioned himself over her and sealed his lips on hers.
His kis was bold, exploring the crevices of her mouth, claiming her completely.
The sound of their kises filled the silence.
Tyrone continued to place a trail of kises across her breasts, finally reaching her most intimate area.
With her eyes tightly closed, Sabrina involuntarily tangled her fingers in his hair, letting out a soft moan.
After awhile, she reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
Sabrina shuddered.
Tyrone withdrew, cleaning his mouth, and was about to proceed when Sabrina abruptly pushed him away. She let out a tired yawn, murmuring, Im feeling sleepy now. Lets call it a night.
Tyrone found himself shocked. Sabrina.
Yet, she gave no acknowledgement. Flipping to her side, she fell back into sleep.
Was she making a fool of him?
Later, the rhythm of her steady breath echoed in his ears.
Tyrone was lost for words.
Despite lying beside her, Tyrone was engulfed in a heat that thwarted his attempts to sleep.
The woman next to him was the one exploiting his service without paying.
MQ Clothings Latest styles had launched their marketing phase.
Galileas promotional videos were partitioned into a number of unique series, set to roll out consecutively on social media platforms.
After the makeup debacle, the media and onlookers were buzzing in anticipation of the commercials.
Sabrina directed her team to keep an eye on it.