Jackson finally moved their make out session to the couch when her legs began to give way. Her hands finally freed, she immediately gave him a slap.
He was taken aback for a second before he pinned her arms above the top of her head and sunk his hips into her, kissing her.
The bloody and sweet fragrance frightened Tiffany into submission. A drunk man should not be trifled with — she was beginning to comprehend this. She shouldn’t have come to return the car!
After a certain amount of time, just as she was growing woozy, Jackson growled into her ear with a voice that was both enticing and mixed with rage. “Is he better than me? Have you f*cked him? Answer me!”
The only thing Tiffany felt was that the ceiling was moving. His thrusts were incomparably forceful, rendering her completely incapable of formulating complete sentences. Every time she opened her mouth, she would cry out in a voice that could make anyone blush. Her energy levels paled in comparison to his exuberance, and she soon passed out from his lovemaking...
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