Luna Sutton's lips curled slightly, thinking to herself: Rhys Blackwood is indeed next door, and he didn't let her down either.
She intentionally softened her voice, with a hint of playful reproach: "Corbin, be careful, don't tear my underwear again."
Corbin paused in his actions, hearing her words, and let out a low laugh, his voice hoarse: "Tear it? Well, that's perfect, saves me the trouble."
As he finished speaking, he applied a little force, and in an instant, the beast skin skirt, underwear, and panties were shredded into strips like broken rags, scattered beside them.
He suddenly realized that this tearing sensation was quite enjoyable, with an inexplicable excitement.
Luna Sutton just felt a chill on her body, seeing nothing left, her face turned crimson.
This dog of a man was incredibly rough.
But why did she kind of like it?
"Tsk tsk, this chest, these abs, that V-line, the body is absolutely perfect."
