"...Me?"
Lude Johnsons didn't immediately agree but instead inexplicably became anxious and uneasy. "Edbert Walker's plan is extremely thorough this time, and he hasn't been able to deal with him. Can I... do it?"
"Of course you can, you're his brother, he trusts you."
Mrs. Sa's tone was ambiguous and alluring.
Like a seasoned fox, skilled in her methods.
She spread her lips, painted a bright red, and blew heated breath by his ear, enough to make one's bones go weak. Half-resisting, half-seduced, she pulled him into the next-door bedroom, closed the door with a hint of decadence, and immediately started nibbling wantonly at his fair, tender face.
Like a ravenous elderly nun, she bit into his juicy skin inch by inch, mixing it all with her own flowing saliva, swallowing it down.
It seemed she was ingesting an abundance of masculinity...
Making her enjoy it immensely.
