"Ah!" Beatrice sighed as the fingers slipped into her womanhood. Her eyes were closed as her hands squeezed tightly. Because after those fingers went in, Samuel made Beatrice even more confused. He used the tip of his tongue to provide stimulation that made his wife sigh again.

For Samuel, Beatrice's sighs were similar to the rhythm he now enjoyed in his life.

The finger kept stirring in there. So did the tip of his tongue. Again and again.

"Ah! Samuel." I don't know how many times Beatrice ...