His lust was finally sated and his desires were finally fulfilled.

Noah kept thrusting into Gwynn as he arched his back and tried to kiss her. She didn’t really try to fight back. Instead, she even allowed him to pin her hands on the pillow and indulged in his animalistic lust.

Sometimes, she would pant softly and try to bury her reddened face in the white pillow if he was particularly fierce with his thrusts.

He just loved how she looked right now.

He kept driving his manhood into her as he wallowed in this extreme pleasure. He had never experienced such euphoria. Even if he should die at this moment, he would accepted it gracefully.

“Do you like it? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Sticking out his tongue, he licked her chin sultrily.

Her eyes were misty, indicating that she, too, was lost in a sea of pleasure. Be that as it may, her hands were feeling around under the pillow.

The moment she found the sharp knife, she didn’t hesitate for a single second. Closin