Dallie’s flush became redder. She couldn’t even meet his gaze now. Her heart was still thudding hard inside her chest, and her breathing hadn’t normalized yet. When she remembered it was already late, she almost jumped off the massage table. In the process, she unconsciously kicked Grégoire in the shoulder. He staggered back, his eyes widening in shock.
“Oh, Lord! I forgot to text my mom!” she exclaimed. She did not even bother to pick up the robe or the towel or the disposable panties. She just went straight to the dressing room, dashing to it barefooted, while Grégoire was left astounded, following her with his gaze.
“Magnifique? You know what? You’re unbelievable! Have you forgotten all about me right after I made you c*m?”
Dallie bit her lower lip and slapped herself. She closed her
