Tiffany paced up and down in the washroom. Excited, anxiety, shock, tense, nervous ... .These could really fit into what Tiffy was feeling, her emotions.

She shot the morrow a glance and stared wildly at it. She still couldn't believe the fact that Brent sucked her pussy and made her cum.

Thoughts of it only gave her shivers and made her blush that her face was red like cooked shrimps.

They did it and both of them enjoyed it, yeah? But what if Brent starts to avoid her, because of some fucking guilty conscience?

Tiffany swallowed dryly. Her stomach tightened as she thought about Brent giving her cold shoulders after...