A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Kate’s usually cool skin was warm now because of her sickness, and it felt different. The two-round marshmallows in the front were fuller than the first time Tristan had touched them. They filled his palm, and were soft as pudding, and seemed like they would melt with just a little strength pressure.

Tristan put some strength on his palms, and he heard her cry softly in suppression, which sounded like an extremely pleasant malady to him.

His palm cruised down across her flat belly and into her pants. Along the familiar route, his hand moved over the soft hair and into the cave, where he was wrapped with a tight muscle.

The extremely high temperature inside made his heart jump like it was going to run out of his chest. He could not hold it in anymore.

Kate had a natural resistance to him and used her hand to push his chest away, but her strength was negligible. She kicked her legs to help, but he was stimulated by her struggle, and his hand went deeper in and felt the moisture inside.

Tristan lost control of himself, and his lower part became erect as his breath turned heavier.

The struggle was maintained for less than one second. Tristan’s mouth moved slightly away from her lips and said, “Baby, just give it to me.”

“You are a beast.” She breathed hot air at him.

He laughed and said in her ear, “Right. I am a beast now. All I want is…”

The last words were blown into her ear. And he bit her little round earlobe on the way.

And then he used a coaxing tone, “Just one time. It is good for you to sweat.”

Before he finished the words, his hand had started the motion. He ripped off her pants and split her legs with his knee, and his swollen part went into the warm and moist cave.

He felt welcome, and he straightened his waist and was in her thoroughly and was sucked in by her immediately.

At the same time, Kate gave out a muffled sound. All the nerves in Mr. Fox’s body seemed to focus on that particular part, and his brain went blank.

All Kate felt was disillusion.

Her sadness in recalling the past went away because of his actions. And she had forgotten that this man was an animal, a beast, morbid.

However, this time seemed a little different from the past times, though Kate didn’t know what it was.

She frowned because she had not yet recovered from the time days before. She was filled up and the little wound left last time opened up again, secretly and shamelessly hurting her.

The man started to pull and push in at an extremely slow speed. He was magnifying the feeling within her, rubbing and burning inside her, as if licking the little wounds inside her.

Kate wanted to stop the strange feeling, and her legs moved closer secretly and found the thing inside her jumped and swelled, and the man moaned, obviously out of satisfaction and complacency.

Kate hated herself because even at this moment, when she still had a fever, she could still feel every nuance of her physical feeling. Her face was on fire. She knew how red it was without seeing the mirror. She had to scratch the strong shoulders of the man to vent her anger.

The man enjoyed slowly pushing and pulling for some time, and then he lifted the legs of the woman and pushed them to her chest. Her body had excellent suppleness and great potential. He bent to kiss her smooth knees, and his hand moved to the inner side of her legs. There wasn’t cellulite at all.

Only with a gentle stroke, it would shiver. Pinch it, and her crotch would shrink and clamp down on his sensitive part.

Tristan sighed out of comfort. What he felt was even better was that this was explored and developed by him. He had led an abstinent life for eight years.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He doubted he was going to become a saint. No wonder other people questioned if he had a problem in that aspect. In this virgin land, his long sleeping masculinity had woken up and exploded a thousand times.