The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

She turned her back to me and gently unbuttoned her pants, her bright thighs were like snow falling from the woods, replacing the color of the trousers inch by inch - the rustling of the fabric, the thin buttocks raised when bending over, the silhouette of the hazy figure in the mirror under the light were all like hallucinations, and the ground under my feet was so solid, but I had a trance floating on the clouds.

She threw her pants casually on the chair beside her, leaving only the thin white shirt on her upper body, and the messed bow tie half-hung on her chest, I knelt down in front of her, slowly raised my head, the white and tender thighs exuded a milky fresh frankincense, mixed with the unique hormonal smell of mature women, my hands couldn't help but covet the tight and smooth touch, like a hungry python stroking upward.

"What the hell are you doing—"

Her cheeks twitched, and her previously motionless fingers curled slightly, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I'm sorry, my boss almost lost his life last month, and the killer attacked him with a weapon hidden in his body, all for safety - I don't want to do that—"

she stopped talking, and reason told her to endure it and pass.

The hem of the shirt falls into a hollow in a hidden place, the faintly visible hip curve shakes the reason like a beautiful and deadly poppy, and the shadow between the legs under the light makes people can't help but think, what kind of iceberg beauty will wear, is it noble and elegant black, pure and ignorant white, or beyond imagination, and the character is completely opposite to the erotic style.

I licked my lips with some excitement and gently lifted the hem of my shirt.

There is neither the sensual sensuality nor the childish innocence in front of you, nor the imaginary blood-pumping quirkiness

of the imagination, and even the dense black forest has turned into a bare flat sand dune.

There is nothing there.

My head was buzzing, and I was like a poor thief who broke into a mansion in a desperate way, only to find that there was nothing in the mansion, but everything around me was made of gold, and I couldn't pick it off.

I stared at the smooth and delicate slit with wide eyes, the warmth of my inner thighs in my palm, and swallowed.

"There... You can't hide your weapons—"

Her rational and steady voice came from above, and I looked up, still greeted by a cold, expressionless face.

"Just in case—"

I didn't dare to stop what I was doing, tensing my nerves to unbutton her blouse.

The moment the clothes hit the ground, I was stunned for a moment, and my hands froze stiffly in place.

I thought that even if I couldn't steal the underwear, it would be great to replace it with something else...

But it seems that today is doomed to nothing....

"Satisfied?"

Her mechanical reply made me sober up suddenly, and I quickly responded to her.

"Hmm... Hmmm..."

The negotiations went well, and the old man looked extremely humble from beginning to end, and Amiya looked back at Kelsey suspiciously, but this guy probably simply thought that his offer was enough to attract the other party...

Even though she was staring at me with a serious look on her face, my attention was completely off the negotiation.

The breathtaking sight completely took over my brain

, underneath the dark black trousers, between my legs...

The memory of what she had just now came back to her mind, and the illusion of her standing naked behind Amiya appeared in her eyes.

Back on the island, he lay down on a chair and sighed faintly.

I still didn't steal it...