Don’t Look At Me Like That

Just now, when both of them were in deep passion, their voices unconsciously became a little louder.

Moreover, the distance between the two of them and Zaiden was only 20 to 30 centimeters, separated by a sofa.

No matter how small the sound was, Sally's husband could still hear it a little.

If Sally's husband hadn't been drunk, he would have probably heard their affair and jumped up from the sofa.

"No...no! No Wendy! It's...it's Wendy! I'm talking to Wendy! Are you awake?" Sally panicked and spat out Harry's hard penis, answering with a nervous and trembling voice.

Harry and Sally held their breath, their heartbeats quickening with nervousness, and they stared nervously at Zaiden's back on the sofa.

After all, it was an affair. Sally was forced and induced by Harry to take this step. She was naturally very nervous and scared. She was so scared that her face turned pale and she was trembling.