"That kind of thing doesn't exist anymore."
Seeing that she wasn't pretending anymore, Wayne couldn't control his excitement.
His lips lightly slid over her pale neck, and his hot breath was sprayed on her blushing ear.
Wayne gazed at her and kissed her soft earlobe.
"Wayne! Calm down a bit!" She turned her head and frowned, trying to dodge.
But how could Wayne let her escape? He immediately rolled over and propped himself up on his hands on either side of her, his breath a bit rushed.
Rosalynn's cheeks were insanely red.
"Rosa, I've never been more awake than I am now," Wayne said before lowering his head to kiss her.
Rosalynn, of course, resisted.
Wayne simply embraced her waist and forced her to sit on him.
One hand around her waist and the other holding the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
Poor buttons. They escaped the ordeal last night, but today they couldn't get away.
Wayne pulled and a few buttons rolled onto the bed.
Rosalynn tried to push his hands away, but she didn't have the strength to do so, so Wayne grabbed her hands instead, their fingers tightly interlocked.
Kisses followed the sharp edges of her chin, all the way down.
Rosalynn's breaths were chaotic, her head slightly raised, her red lips parted, like a fish on the edge of suffocation.
Her body had been completely controlled by Wayne since he brought her home months ago. And in the following years, she sank deeper and deeper.
Rosalynn once thought that she might be on a path of depravity, never to return, but over the past five years without Wayne, she lost interest in other men.
She couldn't feel any emotions at all toward them.
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