Alexander Johnson spoke as he moved, and in no ti, Chloe Simpson’s clothes were all off, with only her lingerie remaining.
"..."
At that mont, Chloe tightly shut her eyes, and tears finally trickled down from the corners.
Alexander Johnson was right; she truly did have a reaction.
Even she thought of herself as terribly cheap, wondering why she was always at Alexander Johnson’s rcy.
Why in such things, she never had such strong feelings towards Lucas Hughes.
Indeed, everything had progressed to this point.
She no longer had anything worth resisting.
After all, she and Lucas Hughes were going to divorce anyway, and indeed her life, her marriage, since that night on their wedding night when she got entangled with Alexander Johnson, had already been completely ruined.
What else was worth caring about?
Dignity?
It seed like she never had that in front of Alexander Johnson!
Pain?
It seed like she had been in pain ever since eting Alexander Johnson, long accustod to it.
Thus, Chloe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, tightly pressed against it, waiting for Alexander Johnson’s next onslaught.
The only thing she could do was strive to restrain herself, to keep herself clear-headed; this was all she had left in front of Neil Johnson.
But Chloe truly hadn’t expected that even this last bit of clarity was beyond her reach.
The mont Alexander Johnson touched her lower abdon, her body stiffened abruptly, reacting quickly.
Let alone, as Alexander Johnson moved downward, Chloe found herself even more uncontrollable.
She gripped her fists tightly, using all her strength to fight against that trembling feeling, and soon, a layer of sweat appeared on her skin.
Her blood began to boil, and her body grew restless and uneasy.
Alexander Johnson’s movents continued, and because Chloe had her eyes shut, all her sensations were infinitely magnified at this mont.
Not knowing if it was Alexander Johnson’s hand or his scorching lips, everywhere they touched felt like a heated brand, causing her to shudder.
This ti, Alexander Johnson was different from his usual teasing and gentleness.
He seed determined to make her submit completely.
Each movent was like a ferocious storm, powerful and forceful!
Soon, Chloe began to feel weak in the legs.
Yet she still forced herself to stand there, also hating her own incompetence.
Seeing Chloe remain largely unaffected, with weak responses, Alexander Johnson quickened his pace and actions.
This made Chloe need even more strength to suppress herself.
This ti, she was truly drenched in sweat all over.
Alexander Johnson, drunk at the mont, paid no mind to these details.
He only knew Chloe hadn’t given him the satisfying reaction he wanted.
So, after tornting for a while, he suddenly stopped all actions, stood up, turned Chloe over, and changed her position.
Originally, Chloe was facing away from the window, her back pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window. Now, she was leaning against it.
Her hands were still bound by the curtain Alexander had just pulled down, unable to move.
Alexander Johnson leaned in, pressing Chloe tightly against the floor-to-ceiling window.
"What? You need more stimulation, don’t you? Think of those past monts when we were together; they were indeed very stimulating."
"Whether it was your wedding night when you were drunk, or in the hospital while Lucas Hughes listened outside, or in your marital ho, lying on your marriage bed."
"Your reactions were extrely intense, but now, have you grown tougher to bear, or is the stimulation not enough, hmm? If that’s the case, let’s add so stimulation."
He almost had his whole body pressed against her, blowing warm air by her ear.
Before her was the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, behind her was Alexander Johnson’s scorching body, the contrast of ice and fire imdiately stimulating Chloe.
Adding to that were Alexander Johnson’s words, and sohow, Chloe felt her entire body’s heat was instantly aroused, swiftly gathering towards her lower abdon.
After speaking, Alexander went ahead and turned on all the lights in the room using a smart voice command.
"Now, the lights are incredibly bright. There’s such heavy rain outside that passersby can see two silhouettes on the floor-to-ceiling window."
"No need to see particularly clearly, just by seeing the outlines, they can tell what you and I are doing. Chloe, do you think this is particularly stimulating?"
"It’s night outside now, with the lights inside as bright as dayti; does that tense, illicit feeling co flooding in? And should the rain stop later, people outside will be able to clearly see the two of us at the window."
"No, they can’t see ; they’ll only see you. After all, I’m currently behind you, and you’re the one naked, pressed against the window."
"Oh, by the way, what if I were to use your phone to send a location to Lucas Hughes right now? Do you think he’d co over? As you said, you two have been together for five years, and he’s always been especially good to you."
"I imagine if he were to receive this unexpected location ssage, he would co. After all, if you spend a long ti nurturing a dog, there’s still affection, not to ntion you’re human."
"And you’ve been married, once intending to spend a lifeti together. Should Lucas Hughes co, if he only walks across the street, he can see you leaning against the window, being ruthlessly handled by ."
"This building isn’t too high, but not too low, either; given the familiarity from five years of being together, he should recognize you imdiately. What do you say, what kind of scene will unfold then? Hmm?"
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