Jophia Locke, true to her role as a private coach, had strong and powerful long legs, which wound around Greg Jensen like a winch, firmly ensnaring him.
There was a wildness in her tenderness that made it impossible for him to stay away.
The most outrageous part was that she still had energy left to give Greg Jensen a massage afterward.
Though she wasn't as strong as she used to be, it was still the most precious enjoyment during the "sage time."
Greg Jensen lay on the bed, feeling the gentle touch from behind, and squinting his eyes he said,
"I bought another house; you can live in this one for now. It's not good to always stay in that small gym of yours."
"Okay."
This time, Jophia Locke didn't bother with formalities and directly accepted the offer, but her delicate and radiant face turned even more ruddy, like a ripe peach.
Greg Jensen suddenly grinned mischievously and said, "Did I forget something?"
"Forget what?"
