Mr. Lucas VIII took out his cell phone and played a video. In an instant, the entire room was filled with suggestive sounds.
The woman's moans grew louder and louder, sometimes weak as if she were about to cry, and sometimes flirtatiously seductive, making everyone's hearts itch.
Everyone present was stunned by Tara Hammond's performance in bed.
Who would have thought? A woman so gentle and demure, seemingly as delicate as a bird, could be so uninhibited in bed!
To the bystanders, this kind of lascivious sound was at most a fleeting curiosity.
But to Theodore Lucas, it felt like a series of sharp, familiar voices stabbing his ears.
At this moment, he wished he was deaf, or blind!
"Ross, no… don't! I'll get pregnant!"
"What's there to be afraid of? Even if you get pregnant, isn't there still that old fellow? Evelyn's child has already been raised so well by him. If we have another, he'll obediently take responsibility again."
