"Mmm..." Clutching tightly onto the military uniform's collar, her previously drowsy eyes gradually became hazy.
Emma Benson was clearly moved, her body shivering lightly as she began to respond to him.
The man, feeling her passion, enclosed her in his arms, his large hand pressing against her slender spine, gradually increasing his strength, drawing her entire body flush against his chest.
Emma Benson found it hard to breathe, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Walter Schmidt's eyes crinkled with a smile, amusement shimmering in his gaze. As she was about to suffocate, he slightly released her, but his lips remained close to hers, his hot breath fanning her cheeks until they grew even redder.
She took several deep breaths, her eyes still somewhat dazed as she stared at the man's handsome face, her mind beginning to think.
"Walter..." Her face suddenly fell, Emma Benson's fingers clenched tightly, hesitating whether to speak.
