Vincent was shocked. 

 

Agatha was still naked. 

 

He caught her image, from the tip of her head and tip of her toes. 

 

Gulp. 

 

That black hair fell perfectly on the sheet, the red skin dyed from the lust, her luscious breast, and the secret place between her thighs. 

 

Seeing that, Vincent’s patience reached its limit. He quickly pulled down his pants and grabbed his manh**d, and shook its head. 

 

The transparent liquid was flowing out from the glans of his sh*ft. He was sweating in fear that he might get caught mast*rbating by looking at her body without her consent but he could not help this. 

 

‘Just this once again....