Sylvan Cheney seemed to be gazing at the scenery outside, without turning his head.
She quietly put on her pajamas, gently got out of bed, and hugged him from behind, resting her cheek against his back, shyly saying, "You have to take responsibility for me."
Her legs felt a bit weak; it had been a long time since she had been so intense.
He was incredibly vigorous.
But thinking about how her future sexual happiness was now guaranteed, she felt quite content inside.
Soft strands of hair fell on his clothes, and she greedily inhaled Sylvan Cheney's scent, clean and crisp.
"I won't let you down," he said flatly.
"Oh, how can such a thing be considered coming up short, Evan, you're amazing..." More impressive than those big guys in UT.
However, the latter half of the sentence remained unspoken.
At this moment, pregnant Erin Janus was completely shattered!
She was right...
