Caught off guard, Savanna was pushed to lie on the table.
This twist took Savanna by surprise, though Brandon had taken precautions to prevent her from getting hurt.
Savanna scolded, "Hey, you..."
Before Savanna finished her complaint, Brandon kissed her pink and tender lips aggressively.
Brandon leaned over Savanna, and his kiss was passionate. His breathing became rapid, and the hot air from his nose swept over Savanna's face.
There was a French window in the break room. The warm and bright sunlight penetrated the glass and shone on the couple, who were kissing each other.
Brandon stuck his tongue down Savanna's throat. Savanna felt dizzy. Lying on the table, Savanna felt that big male hand caressing her body from the hem of her clothes.
The warm touch went upward. That big hand stopped at a certain part, wrapped it, and caressed it.
"Savanna, what did you just say? Why don't you finish it?"