No one can withstand Dirk Carter's "advances".
Not even the self-righteous Gwendolyn Lewis.
After a bout of teasing.
Gwendolyn's resisting hands softened.
Like a thirst, continuously craving more.
Simultaneously,
Dirk Carter's hands weren't idle either.
His fingers kept teasing the pink grapes, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
With this dual stimulation, Gwendolyn began to make soft 'mmm mmm mmm' sounds in her throat.
The time was ripe.
His right hand left the summit and directly clutched her thigh, lifting up her skirt.
Then, little by little, he ventured into the deepest part.
When his fingertips crossed the edge of her panties and faced the dense forest, that sticky and moist sensation became clear.
Seizing the victory.
By now, Dirk Carter knew that Gwendolyn's primal desire had been awakened.
He didn't want to think too much either.
As he was about to pull away the last "fig leaf", Gwendolyn shivered.
