Yumi Stewart fully cooperated, raising her arms to take off the sweater.
"Jackson..."
She whispered his name softly, and the warmth in her voice made Jackson Russo let out a heavy grunt, lowering his head, his eyes, scarlet like a beast's, staring intently at her.
Her flushed face was filled with anticipation, lightly biting her lips...
Damn it!
Ignoring everything else, he fiercely pressed up against her.
This was indeed the feeling he was infatuated with in his memory, although he had been schemed against by this damn woman that time, the sensory stimulation left a deep impression on him.
Now tasting this sensation again, how could he easily let her go?
Right there at the door, he fiercely took her once, and finally, holding her, returned to the bedroom and devoured her from start to finish again.
After an unknown number of rounds, Yumi was completely limp on the bed.
"No... no more..."
The taste of a long-lost woman, how could she demand to stop and actually stop?
