Chapter 39: He will die

In the presidential room.

Emma leaned on the sofa with one hand, her body tilting backward. Her curly hair hangs loose on the sofa. The corner of her mouth was kissed until it turned red and her seductive eyes were dreamy because of the effects of the aphrodisiac.

She whispered, “Harry, stop teasing me. I want…"

Harry smiled and inserted another finger into her labia. The movements of thrusting in and out were very fast. He quickly found her G-spot and playfully teased her, gently brushing it.

Emma felt like she was still lacking a bit of pleasure below. Her gentle and broken moans really made Harry unable to stand it any longer. But it's been a long time since he had a chance to tease his lovely little girl.

"What do you want? Tell me clearly." He kissed her labia, moving his tongue inside and stirring, making her go crazy instead of the two fingers just now.

She couldn't control herself but opened her thighs wider, begging, "Darling... come in..."

Harry wondered how terrible the aph