77 Dream and Drink

Cecil felt that Zora was avoiding him again.

He held his forehead in chagrin.

He had gotten too excited yesterday and had scared her.

Cecil tugged at his tie in annoyance, threw his suit jacket onto the bed and dropped into a chair in annoyance.

He'd put up with it for over six months, so why couldn't he hold out for a few more days?

It was the first time Zora had seen his hot, hard dick.

Full of desire, he was like a raging dragon, and a girl like Zora would naturally be afraid. At that moment, he should have been careful to comfort her instead of telling her that this thing was going to enter her body.

Cecil let out a long sigh. Before he met Zora, the sexy woman would voluntarily lie on the bed and spread her legs to him, and he only had to think about how to make her scream for orgasm. But now, he had to think not only about how to make Zora enjoy sex, but also how to make her accept it.

Oh, he'd never had this dilemma before.

He stood up, opened the door to his room, and prepared