"If you ask me, I might consider making it quick," Nigel Clegg whispered in her ear as he lay on top of her.
He liked her, and he liked being with her like this.
Melody Foster's figure was even more perfect than when it was wrapped in clothes.
And she was incredibly sensitive.
At his touch, she nearly turned into water.
A girl like her melted right away, sweet to the extreme.
Irresistible.
"Nigel, please..." Melody Foster's shoulders were coated with an alluring pink blush.
"Please in what way? Tell me more, baby," Nigel Clegg deliberately teased her.
He was particularly good at keeping his tone steady; hearing his calm voice made Melody Foster even more embarrassed.
It was as though she was the only one who couldn't get enough, while he was calm from beginning to end.
"Please, stop," Melody Foster wished she could say it as calmly as Nigel Clegg did, but just as she had managed to say that much, he overwhelmed her once again.
