Chapter 132 Lawyer Locke Likes the Tigress

Nora Hart lay sprawled on the bed for half a day, unable to recover, as Andrew Locke's large hand slowly kneaded her waist, occasionally pressing lightly and then stroking, clearly not yet sated and ready for more.

Only Nora, lying weakly on the bed with her limbs limp and her mind dizzy.

Food and sex, both exhausting.

"Tired?"

Too exhausted to speak, Nora hummed and wriggled.

Andrew's fingertips picked up a thin blanket from the bed and draped it over her back before he got up and headed to the bathroom.

"What are you up to?" Nora squinted at the man getting off the bed, and at first glance, she saw him naked.

She quickly closed her eyes again, damn it!!

"Touch all you want when you're in the act, and then act all shy when seeing?"

Andrew casually grabbed a towel from the end of the bed and wrapped it around his waist.

Nora kicked the blanket, glaring at him with annoyance: "Wipe."

Soon, the man came over with a warm towel.