Looking up again at Joseph, his face was already overflowing with desire.
She whispered his name, hoping he would slow down a bit.
But Irish's appearance at this moment was undoubtedly urging man's desire to conquer, especially the drunken man, and his eyes almost flamed, the body was also boiling hot.
The broad palm of his hand lifted her buttock easily, and his palm burned up, stimulating her cool skin.
Joseph gasped for breath and pounded at her.
As soon as he entered her body, Irish's body twitched and wrapped around him as if afraid to relax, afraid to fall into the abyss.
Joseph sighed contentedly in her body, enjoying the pleasure of the woman holding him tight.
She gasped and struggled to accommodate his bulge.
Somewhere in her body seemed to puff a blazing flame every time the man's fierce movement inside her ignited burning fireworks.
Joseph's breath burned her.
