If one can vanish without a trance, Asher would have done so. Caressing Tricia was like a mile job that he never wanted to participate in again in his life. He felt so frustrated.
Every step he took to caress her body brought about some laudable sound of moaning from her. Whenever he halted, she would curse as well as urge him to continue with a husky voice which shows that if he slows down or stops she might die.
Fear gripped his heart; he never wanted to commit murder. He had to do everything to stop her lust but he never know when he moaned out with his mind preoccupied. He never even had an erection due to the situation he found himself in coupled with the situation where the doctor and two nurses were watching them with pity and impatience on their faces.
She held his hand and took it down her cunt. He gripped it as he closed his eyes. He already knows what she wanted him to do with his hand.
"Fuck me, please!" she cried.
