This girl was so cruel to herself.

Sanford felt sorry for her.

“Hold on, we're almost there."

She knew she had to persevere.

But her resolve was weakening.

Maggie's willpower continued to wane.

She reached for Sanford's chest.

“I can't take it anymore. Please help me!"

Her hands skillfully roamed his body.

With a relieved sigh, she leaned in closer.

Sanford took a deep breath and shook her hand.

He quickly collected himself and pulled the car over.

Maggie pressed herself against him.

She began to kiss him.

Her uneasy flirtation continued.

Sanford found himself increasingly enticed.

“Maggie, try to calm down."

“Oh, it feels so good.”

Maggie's voice was hazy, like a child who had just received candy.

How could anyone resist such a woman?

Sanford internally cursed, sensing he was on the verge of losing control.

He grasped her face and said in a rough tone, “Maggie, tell me, who am m7"