"Mark... I..."
The sentence was blocked when he stuck his tongue into the sweet mouth, a near-savage passion that controlled the two bodies to squeeze tightly together. Marco tried every means to control the situation. . .
Just kiss her and it's over. . .
He left quickly, as if she were the devil.
Tayakey loosened her slender mouth and breathed it into his lungs, and his round eyes clearly projected his confusing face.
But then he suddenly flinched, as if she were the devil.
"I'm going to wait outside, get myself done, and come with me."
The young man walked a long way from his bedroom like a whirlwind, and let a little girl who barely supported her emotions look at him. His eyes were full of inferiority complex.
"You act like I'm worthless..."
The pain of his relentless behavior
