As soon as the person left.
Dorothy Zechariah hurriedly pulled Dirk Carter into the bedroom.
The door locked shut.
There was no time for hesitation.
Dorothy hooked Dirk's neck, wanting to press her red lips against his.
Dirk dodged swiftly.
Feigning teasing, he said, "In such a rush?"
"I haven't seen you in so long, the moment I saw you at the airport, I just..."
Dorothy was too shy to finish her sentence.
Dirk wasn't planning on letting her off, he pressed, "You just what?"
"I just... I was already wet..."
Dorothy's face blushed as she finally uttered it out.
"Really?"
Dirk asked.
Dorothy became anxious.
She took Dirk's hand and guided it under her skirt.
Sure enough.
Even through the underwear, Dirk could feel the flood, impossible to stop.
The touch.
It was like a jolt of electricity.
Dorothy let out a soft moan.
Her breathing quickened.
