The restroom door opened and then closed, but the people inside the stall seemed oblivious or too engrossed to notice.
Leandro remained quiet and aloof, his breath slightly disheveled, yet his kisses were overpowering and dominant, lacking any hint of tenderness.
Could such a profound and cold man really be capable of such passionate kisses?
Seraphina clung to his shoulders, her eyes closed, savoring every sensation he bestowed upon her. Until the moment Leandro pushed past her last boundary.
"Wait, wait..." she gasped, her voice alluringly hazy.
Leandro actually paused, and in the next instant, he reached out to cup Seraphina's chin, his voice deep and commanding, "Do you retreat?"
Upon hearing this question, Seraphina hesitated for a moment, locking eyes with Leandro's profound gaze. She bit her lip and reached downward.
Leandro's body tensed slightly.
She appeared too eager. In such a moment and atmosphere, he had no reason to deny her the opportunity.
Leandro gradually let her down, his gaze cold as he observed her performance.
Seraphina put on a convincing and sincere act, inching closer to his ear and whispering softly, "You really are cooperating with me, aren't you?"
Leandro lowered his eyes to look at her, his expression becoming colder.
Seraphina became even bolder.
In the confined space of the stall, something was building up.
Seraphina sensed it, her gaze displaying a mix of coquettishness and resentment as she said, "Mr. Reynolds, do you know... what the biggest difference is between men and women?"
Leandro's eyes were shadowed, intimidating.
Yet Seraphina was unafraid, laughing softly as she locked eyes with him, simultaneously reaching out to quietly open the stall door.
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