Bowing her head, Essa looked at his trouser pocket, pursed her lips, but didn't move.
Jazz, however, was a little upset, so he casually loosened the tie around his neck and said, "Don't worry, my dick is not that long..."
Essa was speechless.
She reached out and put her hand into his trouser pocket. The fabric was soft and felt good, but she found he didn't wear long johns!
Therefore, before she found the key, her palm had touched his thigh through a thin layer of fabric.
His thigh was hot, so her hand trembled. At the same time, his body also trembled slightly, and then, it became extremely tense and stiff.
"Why don't you wear long johns!" She gritted her teeth and continued to stretch her hand down to fumble for the key.
Jazz had an extremely sensitive body, so he couldn't bear her flirtation-like movement any longer. A tent quickly appeared in his suit pants, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Men do not wear long johns! It will be detrimental to my handsomeness and style!"
Essa didn't bother to argue with him, but when she bowed her head, she felt a warm blush rise from her neck to her cheeks, so she asked, "Aren't your dick not that long?"
"It grew longer because of your flirtation! If
it doesn't erect, you will think I am impotent!" "Shut up!"
Throwing the man who was as heavy as a pig onto his bed, Essa was tired and thirsty, so she poured a glass of water for herself and drank it up.
After taking a rest, she covered Jazz with a quilt, fed him some medicine, poked his forehead, and said, "Do you know why you got sick? It's because you teased me! Evil is rewarded with evil, understand?"
"Don't be smug! I will teach you a lesson when I get better!" Jazz really had no strength to argue with her now.
Essa didn’t care about his threat. When she got up to leave, Jazz asked her to wait.
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