Chapter 86

Beatrice tried to normalize her heavy breathing. She gasped for air as if the oxygen supply was thin. It was all because of Sam's relentless assault on her sensitive spots, overwhelming her. Her breasts were squeezed and played with, while Sam's fingers wildly stroked below. They sought and touched Beatrice's most sensitive areas.

"I always love seeing your face turn red because of me," Sam praised.

The black-haired girl widened her eyes and screamed in disbelief as Sam lifted her effortlessly. Weightless and light, she was now in Sam's embrace. She immediately wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, finding her own grip.

"You didn't even tell me you wanted to be carried," she whispered, pouting. She comfortably leaned against his strong body that never ceased to amaze her.

Sam just grinned. "It's too cold outside. You might get sick." He briefly kissed the top of Beatrice's head. "Grab that remote, will you? Close all the windows, the button is green."

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