Although she was in a bath towel, she could still feel the coldness and hardness of the sink.
"Wait..."
Yvette wanted to say something, but the sound she could make was all muffled moans, turning Lance on even more.
Her chest was pressing against his, and she tried to push him away with her uninjured hand. She could clearly touch his muscular abs under the shirt.
However, she did not know that her left hand could only make Lance get hornier.
Lance easily picked up her hand and pressed it against the mirror behind her. His other hand pressed against her back and pinned her on the sink to prevent her from falling.
This kind of restraint stimulated her, but the more she felt shame.
She was extremely ashamed that she had a sensitive body.
Just when Yvette thought she was about to faint from his kiss, Lance stopped the kiss and turned to put his head against her neck.
