"..." What does he want to do? This is the bathroom, he won't act recklessly, right?
"Admiral, don't..."
She suddenly reached out to push him.
But even with all her strength, she couldn't move him an inch.
He was like an iceberg, tightly wrapping her slender waist with his large hands.
Then his seductive thin lips kissed her back through the clothes, the skin he touched radiating warmth.
"Don't... let me go."
Even through the clothes, she couldn't stand his kisses like this.
He was too wicked!
"Don't be nervous, relax." His tone remained devilish, tinged with a hoarse allure, "I haven't done anything to you yet. What are you nervous about? Or do you hope that I'll do something to you? Hmm?"
As he spoke.
He forcibly turned her face and kissed her hard again.
Her lips were so soft, he could never get enough of kissing them.
Just like the first time he kissed her, as soon as he touched her, his self-control scattered hopelessly.
