Oh!… Oh my God!…
Please… Don't stop!…
I love it…
Sylvia's breathing was a little uneven, her cheeks flushed, but she still managed to give a cold, mocking smile.
"This is what you begged for, my dear wife. So, you can't blame me now."
That single sentence made Timothy's resolve even stronger.
In an instant, the aura of the Holy Emperor reignited within him!
"Hey, damn it!"
A flicker of panic flashed in Sylvia's eyes, but by the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late.
Oh my God!…
Ah…
Keep going!… Ah…
The candlelight flickered, and it wasn't until much later that the morning sun slowly began to rise.
Blushing with embarrassment, Sylvia reluctantly set aside the light blue skirt she had worn the day before and slipped into a simple white robe.
