With his usual rough motions, he tore her skirt to shreds.
"Stop!"
Sophie crossed her arms over her chest, crying out in shame, "Close the door."
Thomas Shannon wildly unbuttoned his shirt. "No one dares to come in."
...
Thomas Shannon, his immediate desires temporarily sated, got up and headed for the bath chamber.
After taking a shower and putting on a bathrobe, Thomas Shannon left the bath chamber. His mobile phone on the bedside table then rang.
Not knowing for how long it had been ringing, the sleeping maniac suddenly stretched out her hand and pulled the silk quilt up over her head.
A few seconds later, she growled impatiently, "Thomas Shannon, turn off the sound."
Thomas Shannon chuckled and couldn't help but slap her upturned butt, not too lightly or heavily. "You sure have a big temper."
Picking up the mobile phone, the moment he saw the number, the smile at the corner of Thomas Shannon's mouth gradually disappeared.
