Adele struggled against freaking out, taking in short laboured breaths. 'He should focus on the lady… why is this man…looki-'
The grin had faded from Ilya's face. His eyes were full of an intensity that was much more heated than what Adele had been facing until now. Finally, Ilya growled low as he screwed the woman before slipping out.
The lady fell on the bed, limply, unconscious after experiencing high for the third time. Ilya's hand gave his slick erection a few strokes, then suddenly he stopped.
When he turned to look at her, she could not help but flinch a little. Maybe because she already knew what was coming. At last, he walked towards Adele.
His thick length glistened in the aftermath of juices. Adele stopped breathing, eyelids trembling in anticipation... as he crossed the floor until in the next second he was so close, right in front of her. She could feel his solid and hot as hell body over her. His hand cupped her jaw.
