"Mmm! Want... I want it!"
In Chloe Simpson's mind, there seemed to be no more Lucas Hughes or Alexander Johnson.
At this moment, her world was only filled with an emptiness ignited by burning desire.
And those scorching hands kneading her chest.
The rough fingertips grazing against her skin were enough to drive her mad.
"Ah!"
The moment she moaned deeply, she truly felt an unprecedented extreme pleasure.
As she cried out, Chloe also voluntarily reached out, grabbed Alexander Johnson's other hand, placed it on her left fullness, and started kneading.
"What do you think Lucas Hughes would do if he saw you like this now, like a vixen under me? Would he vomit blood from anger on the spot?"
Seeing Chloe's reaction, Alexander was very pleased, squeezing harder as he spoke.
Although he was speaking to Chloe, his words were directed towards the closet where Lucas Hughes was.
In the closet, Lucas had been watching intently with great interest.