"I wouldn't dare. It's quite normal for a playboy like you to be sought after by other women, isn't it? I'm not entitled to be jealous," Camila Walker said lightly, though her tone seemed a bit deliberate, which left Yale Shaw thoroughly satisfied as his hand began to wander beneath her pajamas.
Audrey Sawyer was being teased to the point of discomfort, and before long she began to let out soft moans, her body involuntarily responding to him...
After a whirlwind of passion, Audrey Sawyer lay in his arms, feeling confident that Yale Shaw wasn't angry about her using the cell phone just now; he hadn't shown any sign of annoyance, which emboldened her to ask.
"Yale Shaw."
"Hmm?" Holding her soft body, Yale Shaw still seemed to want more as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, his hands roamed freely across her body, eager to reignite her passion.
He liked her full of desire; especially her cries, which gave every man an irresistible sense of satisfaction!
