At that time, Dirk Carter had just taken a sip of water.
The scene before him almost made him spit out the water in his mouth.
Today, Dahlia Hughes was wearing a professional short skirt.
Between her legs, not only was it bare.
At the creek's outlet, you could faintly see something protruding outside, Dirk immediately recognized it—an intimate toy.
If you listen closely, you can almost hear the buzzing sound it emits.
At the same time.
The edge of the creek was already covered with sticky, glistening liquid.
Some of it had even started to spread along the root of her thighs.
It must be said, when it comes to "juicing," if Dahlia Hughes claimed to be second, no one would dare claim first.
"What are you doing? Getting busy so early in the morning?"
Dirk asked.
Dahlia stood up.
And sat down beside Dirk.
Through his pants, she started rubbing her hand between Dirk's legs.
