"Lance..."
Before Yvette finished her words, Lance kissed her.
"Oh..."
Yvette gasped softly and grabbed Lance's shirt tightly.
Lance was aroused by Yvette's soft gasp, and his breathing became heavy.
He pinched Yvette's jaw, forcing her to open her mouth. Then, he aggressively put his tongue into her mouth, sucking and stirring.
Yvette's line of sight was deprived, and her breath was deprived too.
The darkness made her ten times more sensitive.
Even the kiss turned into an exciting pleasure.
Lance pressed his palm against Yvette's hips and kissed her.
The spacious and bright office was quiet. The only sound in it was the passionate kiss between them.
Yvette came from the company. She dressed professionally in a white shirt and a pencil skirt.
At that moment, the buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned, and her skirt had moved up to the top of her thighs.
