Helen Fletcher stood on the dining table with bare feet.
She twisted her body in front of Dirk Carter.
As the dance continued.
She took off her clothes piece by piece.
When the last layer of cloth was stripped away.
Dirk Carter lifted her off the coffee table and gently placed her on the sofa.
At that moment, Helen Fletcher's gaze became as fiery as the last time.
"How about we don't sleep all night tonight? Can we go at it until I can't stand the next day?"
Looking at Dirk Carter's handsome face, Helen asked.
Dirk Carter playfully tapped her nose, saying, "Overindulgence isn't good. If we really don't sleep all night, you won't be able to walk tomorrow."
Upon hearing this.
Helen clamped her legs around Dirk Carter's waist.
She said tenderly, "It's okay, as long as it's with you, I don't care if I get swollen or sore."
Sweet words like these.
Dirk Carter couldn't hold himself back any longer.
