Chapter 1164


    Chapter 1164 A Satisfying Night


    Brandon pressed J against the bed and caressed from her s*hins all the way up to her t*highs.


    J’s breathing quickened and hitched. Wait for me to finish my work,” she murmured.


    “Give me two hours.” Brandon kissed her neck and roughly pulled off her s*kirt and u*nderwear. The


    clothes fell on her feet.


    Brandon lifted one of J’s legs and put it over his shoulder. She was already w*et. “How w*et you


    are!” He marveled in a yful voice. Biting her lower lip, J’s eyes fell on the b*ulge between


    Brandon’s legs.


    Brandon removed his clothes, exposing his long, thick p*enis. Holding it, he rubbed himself against


    J s weing p*uss*y.


    “Be gentle…” J pushed against the tips of her toes and widened her legs. Each time he entered


    her, she became wetter.


    Brandon slowly unbuttoned J’s shirt, exposing her pure white,ce bra. Her pink n*ipples strained


    against the delicate material, begging him to touch them. J s mouth opened unconsciously.


    Brandon rubbed her b*rea*sts forcefully.


    “Ah,” she moaned. “Ah… Ah… Honey…”


    Brandon hooked J’s other leg over his shoulder and thrust deeper. She felt him against the


    deepest parts of her body and trembled involuntarily.


    When Brandon thrust into her with all his strength, she was tight but yielding, embracing his p*enis,


    squeezing him. It feltfortable, natural. He increased the speed of his t*hrusts. The bed sheet


    tangled beneath them J’s fingers clutched the pillow. She could not speak.


    Brandon had found her most s*ensitive spot.


    He pressed against it, and she trembled all over. Her m*oans were intermittent. She shed joyful tears.


    The bodies of the two intertwined, their breathing rough and uneven. M*oans echoed between them,


    like the honeyed words of lovers.


    Finally, Brandon e*jacuted into her body. J’s mouth was wide; her throat too dry to speak.


    Liquid flowed between her t*highs. Brandon’s eyes were unfocused. He called her name in a low voice,


    and his thick, long, hard p*enis pushed d*eeper with each call until it filled her d*eepest part, and the


    liquid became a white fine foam, flowing from the meeting point of their bodies and between their l*egs,


    sliding down.


    J’s body was slippery with sweat, and Brandon’s d*esire had beenpletely satisfied.


    Lying on the pillow, J gasped for breath. Her hair was tangled. It clung to her neck and her flushed


    cheeks. She gazed at Brandon’s contented face.


    “Shall I take you to the bathroom?” Brandon shrugged into a bathrobe. His body glowed, satiated.


    J shook her head. She couldn’t even raise a finger.


    Brandon returned to the bed and held her in his arms. Hebed the tangles out of her long hair with


    his slender fingers. “I think it’s a great idea for you to call your studio Iris.” Leaning against his chest,


    J felt sleepy. She yawned and asked, “Why didn’t you say anything about it before?”


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    “I’m just worried we will have less time together after you open your own studio.” Brandon yed with


    J’s hair. He inhaled the fragrance of her body and kissed her. “Honey, let’s do it again…”


    He caressed J’s b*rea*sts, then heard a gentle snore escape her nostrils… J had fallen


    asleep.