Allison Jacques carried Blanca Roach to her room in the hotel.
On this journey, I don’t know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement, but I actually saw a person, even Allison Jacques suspected and muttered secretly.
“Where did that woman get such great ability to arrange even Rutledge’s people.”
But beauty was in the air, and Allison Jacques didn’t think too much about it. After finding the room he booked, he kicked the door open and threw Blanca Roach on the bed again.
Blanca Roach struggled to support herself and crawled towards the foot of the bed, trying to get away from Allison Jacques.
Just a little distance away, she was pulled back by Allison Jacques by the ankle.
Allison Jacques came close to Blanca Roach and buried her head in the nape of her neck and inhaled the scent.
“What, in my Allison Jacques’ hands, you still want to run away? I’ve never played with a woman as fragrant as you, so remember to compare my skills with your husband’s.”
A tear came out of Blanca Roach’s eye, and the end of her eye was red.
Matthew is still not coming!
Could it be that she was really in trouble tonight?
Another burst of heat washed over her, and even a man with a will of steel was softened by the drug.
Allison Jacques stripped herself clean and had come up to undress Blanca Roach.
Her bare calves were exposed in the struggle and looked crystal clear and attractive in the light.
Allison Jacques fondled it for a while and felt that it was a good idea to die under the peony.
It is worth dying to have sex with such a wonderful person!
Blanca Roach knew she should have kicked Allison Jacques away, but the kick, which she imagined should be very strong, turned out to be soft and soft, which in turn helped Allison Jacques.
Just as Allison Jacques gradually lifted her skirt to the base of her thighs, someone outside the door suddenly slammed the door to the room with a loud bang.
“Who’s there? You’ve had enough, haven’t you?”
The knocking at the door subsided for a moment, and just as Allison Jacques tried to continue what she hadn’t done, the person slammed the door with a louder sound.
Realizing that this didn’t seem like a simple case of walking into the wrong room, Allison Jacques got up and threw her robe on, intending to go see what was going on.
The door was kicked down by the person outside before the robe’s strap could be pulled on.
Allison Jacques stared blankly at the visitor.
“Matthew Grant?”
Matthew Grant burst in and looked at Blanca Roach lying unclothed on the bed, and for a moment, he really considered what to do with the body after he killed Allison Jacques.
He rushed forward and punched Allison Jacques in the face like he didn’t want to die.
The blood splashed onto Matthew Grant’s face, making him as scary as a shura from hell.
“Matthew … come help me … I’m so uncomfortable.”
The string in Blanca Roach’s head was completely taut since she sensed that it was Matthew Grant who had come.
All she wanted now was Matthew Grant.
Matthew Grant heard Blanca Roach’s screams and let the dying Allison Jacques go.
He rushed to the bed and wrapped Blanca Roach tightly in the blanket.
Blanca Roach was already physically unbearable and was not likely to comply.
She tore at Matthew Grant’s clothes and pressed her flushed, hot face against his firm chest.
“Come on … hurry up and kiss me … Matthew ……..”