“What do you think you’re doing, Noah?”

Gwynn had a delicate body, and she was forced to lean on the sink. The kettle was boiling and making bubbling sounds, masking her involuntary grunts of pleasure.

Her back was lean, and her waist was slender. He couldn’t resist reaching into her embroidered dress. Everywhere he touched was smooth as silk. He simply couldn’t get enough of it.

The cramped kitchen was filled with his heavy panting, which was a sign of his excitement and repressed lust.

With that said, fondling her was hardly doing anything for him. It wasn’t satisfying and did nothing to scratch the itch.

Turning her around, he pressed his searing body against hers. Both of them hadn’t had sex with anyone for four long years. So, of course, they were going to be turned on as their bodies pressed against each other with nothing but thin layers of fabric between them.

His eyes grew darker.

Closing his lips on hers, he kissed her from various angles.

After that, he felt he