Tristan almost laughed out loud. Kate was speechless.
The moment of holding back his orgasm made him miserable, and he used all his strength in his lower body and pushed into the deepest point and stayed there still, or perhaps with a slight trembling, as if he used the tip of his penis, with all his vitality, to kiss her tender womb.
The torturing, shameful, and surprisingly pleasant feeling made Kate almost cry out. She pinched his waist with her fingers.
Suddenly a clattering sound scared both of them. Her heels dropped to the floor.
Kate's first reaction was that the people outside would hear it.
It was heard, and the female asked, "What is that sound?"
The man said, "It is another person's house. It has nothing to do with us. Let's get back downstairs."
"I am not going. I have nothing to talk to them about."
"…"
Fortunately, the footsteps fade away, and it went quiet outside.
