As she inhaled the pleasant scent on his body, the waves of desire surged in Savanna Moger's heart.
A pair of irrational little hands slid down Turstin Muller's chest.
Turstin Muller gasped sharply, the surging heat colliding within his body.
A passionate woman is undoubtedly a great test for any normal man, and Turstin Muller was tormented.
The soft warmth in his arms tormented his nerves relentlessly, his defenses gradually crumbling, the overwhelming fire seemed to swallow him whole.
Grasping Savanna Moger's hand, Turstin Muller's handsome face was unreadable.
"I feel terrible..." Savanna Moger strained to stand on tiptoe, her jelly-like pink lips pressing against Turstin Muller's cold mouth.
A spark surged through her body, and her muddled brain suddenly became clear. She wrapped her pale arms around his neck, nibbling wildly on his lips.
Turstin Muller narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at Savanna Moger's intoxicated face.
