"Ahh..."
"Umm..."
"Hmm..."
"Ha..."
"Could you please stop moaning every now and then?" Austin asked with veins throbbing in his temples. His throat felt constricted, and he could sense his desires stirring in response to her seductive, breathy voice.
He even had to shift his sitting position to conceal his growing arousal, hoping to keep it from becoming too obvious.
'Does she want to drive me crazy?' he thought, struggling to maintain his rationality.
It was at this moment that he wished he was a professional pervert whose thoughts were controlled solely by their lower region.
"I can't help it when you're so skilled with your hands," Alysia replied in muffled breaths, her words carrying a hint of teasing, yet innocence.
If anyone were to overhear her words without understanding the full context of their situation, it would undoubtedly lead to a huge misunderstanding.
