Beatrice tried to normalize her heavy breathing. She gasped for air as if the oxygen supply was thin. It was all because of Sam's relentless assault on her sensitive spots, overwhelming her. Her breasts were squeezed and played with, while Sam's fingers wildly stroked below. They sought and touched Beatrice's most sensitive areas.

"I always love seeing your face turn red because of me," Sam praised.

The black-haired girl widened her eyes and screamed in disbelief as Sam lifted her ...