Dirk Carter's eyes lit up.
Under Dorothy Zechariah's coat, she was wearing nothing at all.
Despite being a mother already.
Her abdomen was still perfectly flat, showing no signs of pregnancy stretch marks.
The two generous white mounds, not only hadn't sagged or deflated from breastfeeding, but had become fuller and perkier, even more breathtaking than before.
They say young mothers are the most alluring.
At this moment, Dorothy Zechariah embodied this notion.
Once she was an innocent young girl.
But now, with the blessing of being a mother.
The current Dorothy Zechariah exuded a scent that no man could resist.
Adding a touch of maturity, and a hint more sensuality.
She tiptoed up to Dirk Carter, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said tenderly: "Before you leave, I want you to satisfy me."
There was still time.
Such a small request, Dirk Carter certainly couldn't refuse.
He pressed his lips softly onto Dorothy Zechariah's.
Their lips met in a hungry embrace.
