He didn't know why it had turned out like this.
It was like drinking saltwater; the more he drank, the thirstier he would become.
But he couldn't resist.
Trenton Smith had taken her once on the bed, and while bathing in the bathroom, he couldn't resist again and plundered her in the bathtub.
Norris Moore, already weak, found it hard to endure under Trenton's movements. She couldn't resist, could only moan weakly with his rhythm. Only when the stimulation grew intense, would she bite down hard on his chest, leaving small teeth marks.
So many bites had been left on Trenton Smith's chest muscles.
The hot water in the bathtub had completely overflowed during their movements. Trenton pulled away, turned on the hot water again, and held her as they bathed together.
