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Berry Swanton, who has never been in love and doesn’t want to marry her fiancé without experiencing romance, decides to date various men in the social scene like the protagonists of novels.
The problem is that she can’t maintain a relationship for more than a week!
Berry, who keeps getting dumped, is called “Miss Breakup” or “One-Week Romance” in the social circles.
Out of frustration, Berry even tries to seduce a naive Baron’s son who has just arrived from the countryside. She plans to kiss him on a yacht party exactly one week later, but…
Her fiancé, who has just returned from studying abroad, appears at that very moment!
“From what I heard from Philip, it seems you’ve been busy looking for someone to date these days.”
Damian asked with darkened eyes. His lips curved upward, but his eyes didn’t seem to be smiling.
“So, did you enjoy dating to your heart’s content while I was away?”
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“Ah!”
Damian thrust his swollen p*nis back between her b*ttocks. Berry’s waist jerked upward, but as soon as Damian started moving his hips, she sank back down. Her upper body gradually tilted lower as well.
Was this really the Damian she knew?
His gentle tone remained as it had during the day, but his thrusts were obscene. Unlike the sensation of lying down and receiving, the way he pressed down from above scratched her inner walls, making it feel much deeper than before.
When he pulled out slowly and slammed back in, there was no way to endure it.
“Hold onto the pillar. It’ll be much easier.”
Should she thank him for the advice?
Damian placed Berry’s hands on the canopy pillar at the corner of the bed.
“If you keep burying your face in the pillow like that, something serious might happen.”
Whose fault is that?!
When Damian straightened his back and thrust harder, her resolve to retort scattered in an instant.
“Ahhh!”
Damian pushed in with determination. The intense movements caused the flesh of her plump b*ttocks to swell around her entrance. The friction heat made the rubbing skin feel like it was burning.
If not for the sticky liquid smeared over her entrance, what would have happened?
Even her arms gripping the pillar began to lose strength. The euphoria that spread to her fingertips made it impossible to hold onto anything.
Her hands slipped from the canopy pillar, and her head buried itself back into the pillow. Her moans and rough breaths were muffled by the thick fabric.
Damian didn’t stop moving his hips. She barely turned her head to exhale shallow breaths.
Through the dark window, the flickering light reflected off the silver candlestick on the nightstand. Behind her, Damian’s shadow loomed, thrusting into her, while Berry’s shadow underneath him panted like a dog in heat.
When she closed her eyes, she could feel his p*nis stabbing deeply into her innermost parts. When she opened them, she saw her panting figure cast as a shadow.
Just as she thought she couldn’t breathe anymore, Damian pulled his hips back and adjusted his position.
“Haa, haa.”
Hot breaths scattered into the air. Damian pushed his sweat-soaked sideburns behind his ear.
Berry almost confessed her love under his warm gaze. If her ragged breathing had calmed down a bit, she might have said it out loud.
That she might like him…
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her face flushed with heat.
