Anna Jadwin's eyes were alluring as silk, as she shyly looked at him, "Then what else do you want?"
"What do you think, what do you think!?" He pinned her down furiously, moving like a motor.
Anna Jadwin was rendered speechless in an instant, biting his rock-hard shoulder.
"Anna Jadwin... I love you..."
He nibbled at her ear, speaking sweet nothings that made her blush and heart race again in a haze.
She couldn't bear to describe the filthy sentences; he was always like this when in heat...
But this was the Wayne Bailey she knew, sometimes childlike, sometimes like a hungry wolf, sometimes sticky like chewing gum that couldn't be thrown away, and at times like a pitiful puppy.
Wayne Bailey played with her wantonly, trying every position.
Every corner of the bathroom bore their traces and scent...
Anna Jadwin was utterly spent, feeling as if her bones had scattered, yet Wayne Bailey kept conquering unflaggingly.
