The buttons were still undone.
Dirk Carter pounced towards Maeve Winters.
Perhaps because it was their last time.
Or maybe because Dirk Carter hadn't gotten the answers he wanted from Dorothy Zechariah.
All these emotions mixed together, making him act so hastily.
Their eyes met.
Gazes intertwined.
Lying on the bed, Maeve looked into Dirk Carter's eyes and asked, "In such a hurry? Then you'd better make an effort; today, my legs aren't weak, and my little sister isn't swollen or red, I definitely won't get out of bed."
"Alright, I'll do my best."
Dirk Carter finished his sentence.
The two lips stuck together.
Their tongues vigorously stirred in each other's mouths, sucking, as if trying to swallow the other.
And like that, they entangled for about ten whole minutes.
The clothes on both were shed completely.
"I haven't tried the 69 position; want to give it a shot today?"
Maeve asked, panting softly.
