Noah was busy fooling around with Gwynn in the fitting room.

She wore a silver fringe dress today. Her fair, perky skin looked exceptionally graceful and elegant and her breasts were practically calling out for people to glance at it.

Mirrors were everywhere in the spacious fitting room.

He looked so burly that it made her look all the more slender. Her sultry pleas made his eyes turn redder. He kept rousing her desires. Breathing his hot breath onto the side of her neck, he said, “You’re clinging to me so tightly. I can’t believe you’re still saying you don’t want it…”

She was pregnant. So, her breasts were just deliciously ample.

He couldn’t help but pleasure her at the sight of it.

His phone, which was kept in his suit’s pocket, kept flashing, indicating an incoming phone call. However, Gwynn had turned it to silent mode.

As for Noah, he was completely engrossed in his lust. How was he supposed to care about his phone?

He kept pestering Gwynn and eventually had sex with