ANSEL BALDER was supine on the bed. His breathing is regular. Long time no contact with Rachel Colleen, the universe seems to give the perfect reward. Daphne Tjia, Daphne Tjia, Daphne Tjia. It was amazing to touch her, to hear her moan when she got hot, especially when Ansel Balder tried to satisfy her. The woman sleeping next to him would be as satisfied as Ansel Balder.
Ansel Balder tilted his body, kissing the forehead of Daphne Tjia who looked calm. Beads of sweat trickled down the woman's forehead. Ansel Balder wiped it with the back of his hand.
"Apparently you're a puritan, Daphne Tjia. Just like Mr. Tjia. I really didn't expect it," whispered Ansel Balder.
