The car slowed down, Chen Rong dared not drive too fast, fearing there wouldn't be enough time before suddenly reaching the destination, and behind the partition, the situation momentarily spiraled out of control.
The back seat.
Under broad daylight, the young girl didn't dare, often grudgingly resisted, pulling away her hand, not wanting to touch.
"Haven't you seen it before?" Xu Jingxi looked at her, and as soon as she raised her head, she collided with those crimson eyes, and her hand immediately became obedient, pulling down the zipper of his trousers.
The man's forehead vein throbbed violently, pressing her against the glass to continue kissing her, letting her cry, determined to make her cry it out.
…
After a long while.
His vindication for the past few days' bad mood was not quite satisfactory. He gripped her face with both hands, forehead to forehead, both panting heavily.
