The temperature in the corridor quickly rose, and under the dim yellow light, it was filled with ambiguous molecules.
Sylvan Cheney did not take the initiative, and Jasmine Yale struggled a lot.
However, as he said, the fire she teased, she herself had to extinguish.
She had no choice but to grit her teeth, her small hands randomly grabbing at his body.
Sadly, she didn't know what to do and could only look at him with teary, misty eyes: "Bullying me."
Sylvan Cheney pinned her against the wall in the corridor: "How am I bullying you?"
"You always bully me…" Jasmine Yale threw off his hand, "I'm not doing this anymore."
Sylvan Cheney quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him, his voice deep and sexy, he bent down and whispered in her ear: "I'll teach you."
Jasmine Yale's cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't lift her head.
Who needs his teaching.
In the hallway, it was instantly filled with the scent of desire.
