On the way back, South Grant kept looking down at his own chest.
Just now, when Nathan Foster pinned him against the tree and kissed him, his hands were not idle, moving from the lower back, to the waist, and finally to the chest, making him indulge in pleasure.
At last, he let go of him and whispered into his ear:
"The doctor says regular massages to the chest can help its development. Did you like the massage technique I just used?"
South Grant was so infuriated by Nathan Foster's words that he almost spat blood.
Clearly, it was Nathan taking advantage of him, yet he framed it as if he was giving him a massage.
Have you no shame? You may have none, but I have my pride!
After experiencing a thrilling game with Nathan Foster earlier, he was now drenched in sweat.
Upon returning, South Grant went into the bathroom, and after showering, as she prepared to change clothes, she couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror.
