Ti waits for no one.
Every minute of delay increases the risk of being seen through.
He hesitated for only a fraction of a second.
Dirk Carter opened his mouth and moved in, taking one of the grapes whole and playing with it.
On the other side.
His hand climbed the summit.
His fingers trembled on the grape.
The terror on Britt Ford's face vanished instantly.
Instead, a guttural moan of "Ah" ca from deep within her desires.
This sound was genuine and unpretentious.
It resonated deeply, thrilling to the core.
"Scream, just keep screaming like this,"
Dirk Carter saw it was working and said to Britt Ford.
Britt Ford still looked troubled, completely unsure of how to scream.
Blushing, she whispered, "Maybe... just keep going, I... I don't mind..."
Dirk Carter naturally understood her request to continue.
The actors and audience were already in place, and ending the scene now wouldn't make sense at all.
Dirk Carter didn't care anymore.
His fingers road around her waist.
Her pants button was undone.
Britt Ford cooperatively lifted her bottom, clearly indicating she wanted Dirk Carter to proceed himself.
No choice, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.
Dirk Carter swiftly pulled down.
The loose pants slipped off.
Though he had already seen her lower body in the bathroom earlier, the sight of it clad in panties, half-hidden, was still quite striking.
Her abdon was flat with no excess fat.
Smooth and sleek.
A lace panty with patterns draped over her, exuding an enticing sheen.
"I'm about to start,"
Dirk Carter signaled with his eyes.
Britt Ford blushed bright red.
She nodded, indicating consent.
Gritting his teeth, Dirk Carter pulled away the last barrier.
The view remained unchanged.
This ti, there was no belt to obstruct.
The entire stream region was exposed in front of him.
There was no ti for excessive admiration.
He had to make Britt Ford scream.
Without a word, Dirk Carter's fingers wandered to the soft heartland, caressing around the small stream.
Very quickly.
The once arid stream began to flow with clear spring water.
His middle finger pressed at the source, and with a slight force, slipped right in with a squelching sound.
"Ah..."
This ti, Britt Ford scread loudly.
It was the kind of sound that couldn't be held back, an unrestrained release.
Dirk Carter felt relieved inside.
Knowing that it worked.
His fingertips exerted more force, stirring wildly.
As the pace quickened.
The flush on Britt Ford's face spread more and more.
Her whole body began to twist.
The whimpering sounds from her throat echoed persistently throughout the room.
At that scene.
A primitive desire within Dirk Carter's body began to expand.
More troubling was the strange sensation on his fingers.
He used the sa thod with many won, but Britt Ford's feeling was indescribable, like being wrapped within the Nine-Curves Corridor, indeed not simple, imagining putting the pole in there, how wonderful that feeling must be.
"Dirk... Secretary General Carter... I... I can't take it anymore, I... I want it!"
Suddenly.
Britt Ford grabbed Dirk Carter's arm, her eyes dazed, her lips parted, and spoke to him in a trembling voice.
It wasn't intentionally lewd talk.
It was Britt Ford's body being ignited.
She was asking Dirk Carter.
"Deputy Secretary Ford, we... we're just acting."
Dirk Carter said.
Britt Ford shook her head.
Breathing rapidly, she said, "I don't care, I can't take it anymore... I... I want you now."
"Britt..."
He didn't have a chance to finish the sentence.
Britt Ford suddenly sat up.
She wrapped her arms around Dirk Carter's neck, with her hot lips pressing against him.
At that mont.
Dirk Carter was stunned.
Not because he didn't expect things to go this way.
But because the defenses he struggled to maintain crumbled in an instant.
As Britt Ford's agile tongue slipped into his mouth.
His rebellious desire began to play tricks.
Lips and teeth entwined, stirring back and forth, their true feelings revealed, the soft sounds from their throats beca more joyous, more genuine.
This process lasted for about several minutes.
Britt Ford exerted force.
Overturning and pressing Dirk Carter onto the bed.
Her fingers flew.
Skillfully unbuttoning Dirk Carter's shirt.
After Dirk Carter's chest was exposed.
She lay directly on top of him.
After she "scanned" his upper body.
Dirk Carter's pants were also taken off.
Moving all the way down.
Finally reaching between Dirk Carter's legs.
When Britt Ford saw Dirk Carter's rod, she paused, as if witnessing sothing shocking, gasping.
"What is it?"
Dirk Carter asked, curious.
Britt Ford licked her lips.
In disbelief, she asked, "So big?"
"Scared?"
Dirk Carter asked with a wry smile.
Britt Ford's cheeks turned slightly red, feigning indifference, she said, "What am I afraid of?"
Finishing her words.
She buried her face back down again.
The warm, enveloping sensation followed.
Dirk Carter comfortably closed his eyes, enjoying this unexpected feeling.
Suddenly.
He felt a lightness on his body.
Then.
A tight, staggered, moist sensation gradually advanced.
As if being swallowed.
He opened his eyes.
And saw Britt Ford, with her mouth open, slowly sitting on top between his legs.
Like him.
The first ti experiencing this bulging, full sensation, she was also dumbfounded, in disbelief...
"Hiss... so big, I feel like I'm being split apart..."
Britt Ford mumbled to herself.
To secure a place in Helios County.
Britt Ford beca Garrison Sumrs' mistress from her twenties.
The n in her life, before this, had been only Garrison Sumrs.
Garrison Sumrs' size was incomparable to Dirk Carter's, which was why Britt Ford was so astonished.
There's another reason.
Garrison Sumrs hadn't touched her for more than half a year.
At her age, she was in need.
The desires repressed inside her were released by Dirk Carter, how could she restrain?
Moreover, Dirk Carter's skilled technique was more than most won could handle, and naturally, Britt Ford was no match.
What followed.
Were continuous squat and lift motions.
The two bouncy white rabbits following along.
The cries from her throat shifted from initially unreal to now genuine emotions being expressed.
Anyone with a bit of experience could tell at a listen that it was definitely not acting.
Just as Dirk Carter expected.
In the room next door.
Jabez Shaw, wearing headphones, listened to the entire process.
Initially, he had so doubts.
But now, in his mind, he had a vivid scene.
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