Chloe Simpson was already consumed by an uncontrollable fire of desire; she felt as if every vein in her body was about to explode.
The moment she touched Alexander Johnson, she completely lost control.
She pressed her lips to his of her own accord, wrapping her arms around Alexander and starting things off herself.
"Alexander Johnson, I can't take it, I really can't stand it anymore. Will you give it to me?"
As she spoke, her hands reached for Alexander's belt, straddling him, her hips twisting restlessly.
Alexander had never seen Chloe so forward before; he got hard in an instant.
Even though he hadn't taken any drugs, hadn't touched any alcohol, this time he couldn't control himself either.
But after the scene with Chloe, his breath was still a little uneven.
"Who was it that said we're over for good, that there'd never be anything between us again?"
Even so, he forcefully grabbed Chloe's hands, stopping her from going any further.
