The large dining table is now occupied by Quinn Marsden’s body. On several occasions, the two were intimate, in this posture, even the angle has not changed.
“You … intentionally.” Quinn Marsden was pressed against the table, unable to resist at all.
“Don’t you remember the k!ss I gave you at that time?” Scott Everwood unbuttoned his shirt and disturbed the broken hair on his forehead. “Remember, feel it!”
Quinn Marsden hugged the man’s neck and looked at the ferris wheel outside the window. She only felt that the whole person was so soft that her reason collapsed.
“Don’t you feel excited during the day?”
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