Chekhov's head shaking like a bobblehead: "One hour? Steen, you underestimate me! Do you really think I could only last an hour?"
Steen frowned.
"A whole night, have her accompany me all night! I want her to reach climax until dawn!" Chekhov's expression was lewd to the extreme.
"Three hours, that's my bottom line." Steen said coldly.
Chekhov reluctantly nodded, "Alright, three hours is enough to make her beg beneath me."
"Hush~"
As he spoke, Chekhov whistled loudly, beckoning Alice, with her long silver hair and tall figure: "Bitch, come. Let's discuss the pleasures of life with Uncle Chekhov."
After previous dissatisfaction, Alice had completely calmed down now, although in her eyes the reluctance could not be erased.
Once Young Master Steen fulfills his purpose, I'll kill this bastard.
Alice vowed silently, following Chekhov upstairs.
"Young Master Steen." Seeing Chekhov take Alice upstairs, Thai Tiger couldn't help but remind him, "Do you believe Chekhov's words?"
