Mmm, very good, extremely good.
On the back seat.
Joanna Lawrence almost passed out from the unusually fierce and domineering deep kiss of the man.
Her delicate and gorgeous little face was flushed red, with her fair hands weakly tapping his chest, "Uh, Heath...Ashton Heath, let go of me."
The man's kiss was too domineering, too aggressive, and she felt faint.
Ashton Heath opened his eyes.
His dark and scorching gaze looked at the girl in his arms, whose face was red from his kiss, panting heavily, forcing him to end the kiss that left him still unsatisfied.
His breath was chaotic, holding her burning cheeks, resting his forehead on hers and panting for a moment before slowly calming down.
"Baby, do you think God specifically arranged you to be by my side?"
Ashton Heath lifted her chin, looking deeply into her eyes, "Otherwise, why wouldn't I have a repulsive reaction to you? Why do I feel unprecedented relaxation when I'm with you?"
