Sweating profusely before parting 2

Before long, Amelia Wilson's pajamas were slipped off onto the floor by Arnold Johnson's hands.

Her flawless skin, bathed in the warm light, was as beautiful as a painting, as pure and unsullied as lilies in a secluded valley, yet as charming and captivating as the bright roses.

Arnold Johnson liked to gently bite her skin, every inch he nibbled turned faintly red, along with Victoria Garcia's body involuntarily trembling due to his bites.

"The Stock Market Index rose by five-point-five percent, the highest increase within the past month..." Amelia Wilson tried hard to control her reading, but her body was enduring waves of tingling numbness, preventing her from thinking about what she was reading.

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This rhythm, moan by moan, was driving Victoria Garcia insane, and even more so Arnold Johnson, who could no longer hold back.

Arnold Johnson, listening to her already crumbling rhythm, did not relax but became even more vigorous.