Up close, he was truly breathtaking, not only his eyebrows and eyes, but even the slightly thin corners of his lips looked so charming. At this moment, his captivating eyes were staring at her, his straight nose lightly brushing against her, his soft lips kissing her, and his big hand purposefully stretched out to hold her head still, making everything seem incredibly wicked.
"Can you... are you ready?" Emma Smith looked at him, puzzled, until she followed his gaze down to his lower belly, suddenly realizing what he meant.
"I think... it's fine now—" As soon as she finished speaking, she was picked up and spun around by him, sitting on his lap, face to face.
One long arm wrapped around Robert's neck, while her other small hand rested on his chest, lightly drawing circles over his heart.
"Robert, you're so impatient? It doesn't seem like you—"
Before she could finish, the man's wandering hand on her thigh had already mercilessly slipped into her... and torn off her underwear!
