Blanca Roach’s face was flushed and her legs kept rubbing together.
Matthew Grant saw her like this, how could he not understand what was happening.
Allison Jacques, what nerve!
Now he pulled Blanca Roach’s hands off her body, secured them behind her with one arm, and picked her up in a horizontal position to prevent her from moving around.
“Blanca, don’t be afraid, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
Blanca Roach was not listening, rubbing around in his arms.
“Matthew… not going to the hospital… well…”
Her hands finally broke free and wrapped around Matthew Grant’s neck.
Although her eyes were closed, she still sought his lips at once, and Blanca Roach did not hesitate to kiss them, nibbling rawly on Matthew Grant’s lips.
Matthew Grant’s arms around Blanca Roach’s waist tightened, and he raised his head slightly to avoid Blanca Roach, who then moved on to his throat, licking it once and for all.
Matthew Grant wanted to press the first floor to take Blanca to the hospital, but he turned his hand in the middle and finally pressed the Presidential Suite on the top floor.
He could not bear to see Blanca Roach suffer, and it was the best way for him to be Blanca’s antidote.
Blanca Roach also did not let him rest in the elevator, long jade legs tightly wrapped around Matthew Grant’s waist, tight long skirt has long been ruffled by her movements to the waist.
The elevator in the presidential suite was not monitored, and Matthew Grant’s stomach tightened at Blanca Roach’s movements, and he patiently slapped her ass and gritted his teeth.
“Settle down for me, we’ll be in the room soon.”
“Mmmm … hum …”
A few dozen floors up, the elevator would take only a few seconds to reach, but Blanca Roach still felt it was too slow and she didn’t want to wait a second.
The elevator doors opened.
Matthew Grant took Blanca Roach’s hips in one hand, wrapped his arm around her waist, and kicked the door open unceremoniously.
Throwing Blanca Roach onto the bed, she paused only for a moment before climbing back up and wrapping herself around Matthew Grant.
Matthew Grant’s bony hands dug into her hair, his breath faltering as he untied his tie with his other hand.
“Baby, hold on while I take a shower.”
Without warning, Blanca Roach unbuckled his belt with one hand, reached in, and took hold.
“Mmmm …”
Matthew Grant stifled a grunt.
It was almost unmanly for him to hold back in this situation.
“Blanca, this is what you want, don’t beg me later.”
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and bit down on Blanca Roach’s lips, his thick tongue attacking Blanca Roach’s mouth.
The moment they were naked and pressed together, they both sighed out in comfort.
The two of them were born to be together, to be together forever.
Finally Matthew Grant leaned over and whispered in Blanca Roach’s ear.
“Blanca, I love you.”
Afterwards, Blanca Roach lay on top of Matthew Grant, her desire temporarily satisfied, only to start writhing again before long.
She cried out with a sobbing voice.
“Matthew … is so hard.”
She now looked like a demon who sucked people’s essence, seductive and unaware of it.
Matthew Grant scowled and exploded, he couldn’t help but rage at the thought that if he had come a little later tonight, Blanca Roach would have been seen by other men.
The two men were re-intertwined, a room of charm.