"Ho, you say I am just your secret lover? Ha, ha, ha. You make me annoyed at times, little one," Chase chuckled, his hand holding my waist. I pressed my lips shut, trying not to speak, but I almost did as I felt his hand rubbing on my waist.
"Chase, what are you doing?!" I closed my eyes tightly. He was too much, after all. I wondered why he was acting so soft and gentle.
It was all for this!
"You called me a horny bastard. All I ever wanted was you. I don't want to comfort you in any way. He can't stop playing with my boobs."
"Chase, no!" I shifted away, trying to stop him from touching my breasts, but he kept on touching and touching. He was rubbing and squeezing them, and I couldn't help but let a little moan out. I heard him chuckle as he pinched my sensitive spots. Why was he doing that?
