Amelia Wilson really thought she was going to fall for him this time.
She looked into his eyes and questioned Robert Taylor, saying, "Are you... Are you even a man, treating a woman like this?"
"Don't you know if I'm a man or not by now?" As he said this, he pressed his swollen lower half against Amelia's body.
"You damn pervert, you know very well that's not what I'm talking about. If you have the guts, let me come on top of you. What kind of man are you if you force yourself on me?" Amelia provoked him, saying, "A real man is brave enough to challenge a woman and make the woman he desires voluntarily come on top of him. That's a real man, understand?"
Damn slut! Robert Taylor!
"It seems like you're still not convinced. Don't worry, soon you'll be begging for me to take you." Robert's eyes revealed a skilled, wicked smile.
Before Amelia could recover, Robert's hand was already caressing the softness of her breasts, teasing, seducing, and playing with them skillfully...