“What do you think you’re doing, Noah?”

Gwynn had a delicate body, and she was forced to lean on the sink. The kettle was boiling and making bubbling sounds, masking her involuntary grunts of pleasure.

Her back was lean, and her waist was slender. He couldn’t resist reaching into her embroidered dress. Everywhere he touched was smooth as silk. He simply couldn’t get enough of it.

The cramped kitchen was filled with his heavy panting, which was a sign of his excitement and repressed lust.