124-Psychedelic touch

Kieo Rossi hung up the phone because he was fascinated by the woman in the bed in front of him.

All his life, everyone had praised him as the youngest genius of the hustlers, saying that he had a great future ahead of him, with a certain amount of envy or jealousy in their eyes, and more than that, disgust.

This has been the case since time immemorial, the wise are always more scorned.

This was the first time since he was born that someone had said "I like you".

Even if it was coming from a woman who was not fully conscious.

Her eyes were hazy as she squirmed restlessly on the bed. The thin erotic lingerie did nothing to hide the curves of her figure.

Kieo was in a trance for a moment, as if the scene from her dream had actually come true in this moment.

At the moment they were looking at each other, her hazel eyes seemed to be inviting him.

"Monsieur... Monsieur... Sir... I want it so bad..." She flicked out her tongue and gave an expression of being tormented by lust.

It was obvious