That was a good question and one that sticked with her until she and Valentine were watching a romantic movie that night, with an erotic scene playing on the screen, and yet Valentine was showing no signs of doing anything extra.
How could that be allowed?
Has she lost her charm now?
A sudden perverted thought dawned on her.
'Why don't I thank him that way?'
And once a thought has been planted in her mind, it doesn't go away that easily.
As a result, when Valentine was reclining on the sofa, his eyes closed, obviously trying to push whatever was on the screen out of his mind, with his long legs parted wide open, Amabel looked at him with a sly gaze.
She softly climbed down from the sofa, crouched down with her butt sticking out and gently unbuckled Valentine's belt.
"What are you doing?" without opening his eyes, Valentine asked with gritted teeth, having a foreboding feeling of what she was about to do.
