Norris lay on the bed, squinting at the smoking man beside her.
In the dim light, the man's handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of misty veil, showing a kind of inhuman delicacy and sexiness.
On his naked chest, there were still traces left by her uncontrollable passion, adding some deadly amorousness to the perfect appearance of this man.
"Mr. Smith, did you do this with your girlfriend in the past too?"
Norris was really curious.
With Trenton's terrible technique and the long duration, she wondered how Zara White could have endured it.
Even she, with her strong endurance, felt her kidneys were going to fail after a few days.
Upon hearing this, Trenton slightly turned his head, his elegant brows and eyes wreathed in smoke, his eyes cold.
His expression seemed impatient with her discussing his affair with Zara White.
However, Norris was very gossipy.
"Mr. Smith, how many times have you done this with your girlfriend?"
