chapter 128 Be my boyfriend

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when we left Emmie Jenkins house.

The blowing of the night wind finally extinguished a little of the fire in Mikhail Tarasov's body.

Damn it, I almost couldn't hold it in.

Thinking back to what happened in the room before, the fire of desire almost ignited again.

I can't take it anymore. I have to go back to sleep. This is too torturous. It's much more terrifying Marina Orlova.

Upstairs, Emmie Jenkins stood...