"Joseph Thompson," Jaylene cried out in vexation, her face red and her eyes wide with anger. Because of her annoyance, her lips were puckered high.
Seeing her like this, Joseph couldn't help but laugh, while Jaylene quickly pushed him away, lifted the quilt, and jumped off the bed, "I'm going back to the guest room."
However, Joseph quickly embraced her from behind, his face coming down and his thin lips breathing hotly on her earlobe.
Jaylene's face grew even hotter, desperately pushing and trying to turn away from him.
Naturally, Joseph wouldn't give her that opportunity, forcefully pulling her onto the bed and lying down beside her, then tightly holding her tight.
"Hey, don't do this..." Jaylene turned her head to the side, her voice slightly panting, trying to stop his further actions.
But Joseph wouldn't listen to her. His big hand had already reached inside the shirt she was wearing, and he was rolling up his shirt layer by layer...
