This is the second time Hermosa has woken up in Brent's room.The morning sun was shining brightly through the half-opened curtains on Hermosa's lightly trembling eyelids. She opened her eyes and rolled over lazily, a soreness pervading from her lower back and eyes, a silent reminder of what had happened last night.She had done it with Brent last night.Sir had kissed her, licked her, and ......Sir had come in after she had hidden in the bathroom.Sir had obviously minded that so much, but for her sake, he had ......And that method really worked.Sir really liked her, maybe more than she thought he did. On some level, she had belonged to Brent completely. She sheepishly recalled the details of last night. As she went to the bathroom to wash up, she looked at the sink and couldn't help a red blush stretching across her face.Hermosa recalled the sex she had had last night and summed up what had happened by thinking it had been a dream. It was so good that she couldn't believe it, bu
"I ......"Hermosa was momentarily speechless.Yes, that comment was her own. It was true that she didn't care about it, but Brent obviously just minded it.Last night Brent's lower half seemed to be responding a little, his body showing good signs of recovery. What an exciting thing for a man to see. Today his brow is showed definitely more relaxed.It seemed that what Maggie had said worked, and if she picked up where she left off, wouldn't it be soon ......"Sir, you're ...... tonight.""Don't you go to work tonight."Hermosa's words were barely out of her mouth when Brent interrupted. With a start, she saw the man put down the glass in his hand and look at himself seriously, "Change your job, I can ask a friend to find you a position that suits you, or if you don't want that you can find your own way or simply take some time off.""I ......"Hermosa's mind went blank for a moment.Sir had been really good to her.Although Hermosa had become more and more certain of this knowledge
"Where's Hermosa, get that little bitch out of there!"The narrow aisle leading to the back of the bar is dimly lit, and Hermosa's father, Chad, looks at the two women in front of him with red eyes and a few drinks. They were a head taller than he was in their high heels and tacitly blocked the path in front of him."I've told you she's not here today. Grandpa, are you not very good with your ears?"Rita hugged her arms and said lazily, "But if you're looking for a little bitch, we've got plenty of them here haha."She looked over at Alice, who was suddenly furious: "What do you mean? Do you think I'll take this man?""I didn't mean it like that." Rita laughed, "I just think he has to be better than an impotent old white man at least hahaha."Alice's face turned white with anger, "If you want an impotent old white man, he won't even see you!""You......"Rita and Alice were talking in unison, and it was clear that they didn't want to talk to Chad. He became more and more irritated, b
"Where the fuck did you come from ......"The presence of the stranger had originally annoyed Chad.But as soon as he turned his head and saw the man in a wheelchair in front of him, his expression immediately changed."You, you're Hermosa's ...... friend, aren't you?" Chad let go of Hermosa , walking over to Brent with an ingratiating smile on his face. He had known that this man and Hermosa had an unusual relationship, but he hadn't expected the other man to come to Hermosa in person on a night like this.Hermosa had said she had no money, but with their relationship, it would be a simple matter of getting some money.The next thing he heard Brent say, "How much do you want?""Oh, what are you talking about."Chad smiled, faked a few excuses and immediately changed the subject, "Look, Hermosa, hermum's been sick lately and she needs the money. ...... The doctor said we're fifty thousand dollars short.""Is that enough?"Hermosa was listening impatiently and was about to say somethi
"What do you understand by that?"Brent smiled. It was the first heartfelt smile he'd had since their morning disagreement, "How dare you seduce me so boldly last night, and now you're not even sure of anything I say?" Brent grinned and bent down to try and steal a glimpse of her expression. Hermosa was so cute when she was shy."I ......"Hermosa smiled back. Her confidence and courage were actually quite fragile, almost entirely dependent on Brent's subtle reactions to every move, but she was willing to fly into a flame if Brent gave her the slightest light.Just like now. She looked up with courage, the faint glow of the car hitting her face. Her cheeks flushed slightly and her breath was a little warm. She unbuckled her seatbelt and gently reached out to take Brent's hand. Brent didn't say anything but looked at her with a slight smile. His palm was ever so warm. For the first time Hermosa was sure that Brent was the only light in her miserable world. She never wanted to let go.I
"Yes. ......"She looked down, watching Brent reach down and unbutton and unzip her own trousers, revealing the black lace panties inside.The fragile lace pattern was wet with transparent love juices. Her pussy lips were pitiful and beautiful like a chick trapped in a cage.The fleshy flower between her legs was so hot and itchy that she couldn't even take off her panties and reached to part it to unzip Brent's trousers."Don't be in such a hurry."Brent stopped Hermosa instead . He wasn't hard enough for it to be that comfortable for each other if he fxcked straight in now, "I'll touch you first."There was no lubricant in the car, so Brent brought two fingers to Hermosa's lips and nudged them. Her slightly open eyes blinked in fascination at Brent, as if she had been fxcked hard at the moment he poked his fingers into her mouth. In Brent's eyes, her lover looked like a fallen angel intoxicated in the pale luminescent blue sea of Life of Pi.Even in her revealing dress, even in her
A few days later.In the basement of Villa Brent.The cold coloured light illuminates the interior clearly. Several innocent rabbits had been trapped here, but now the cages were empty, and a man was tied to a chair at the console, a black cloth tied over his eyes.He couldn't get free, and bounced futilely in place like a dying fish, pausing wearily to listen for movement.There was no sound.Except for the sound of Brent's breathing, sitting across from him. He couldn't see the look Brent was casting over him, but he still felt shivers and goose bumps."Who, who the hell are you?" He spoke tentatively."You've done things for Davis?" Brent asked rhetorically.The man didn't answer immediately.His mind raced, trying to guess what Brent meant by that question. But racking his brain, he couldn't come up with an answer.Instead, Brent asked the same question again, with an undisguised coldness in his voice.The man felt his goose bumps rise. A constant fear of the unknown haunted him.
On that summer night four years ago, he was still in graduate school and he and his friends were partying late into the night. When it was over he was too drunk to drive and didn't want to go home drunk and get nagged by his mother, so he got a hotel room.Room 320 at the New York Hilton. Brent hadn't thought of that number often for over four years, but subconsciously it had been tied to that dream-like sex. He couldn't forget it in any way. The morning after that summer night, Brent half-opened his eyes in a daze when a beautiful, flustered back caught his eye, the faint glow of the sunrise a light golden filter on her smooth waist. The girl couldn't resist stealing a glance back at Brent, who was lying on the bed, but she found him staring straight at her. She averted her eyes in panic and quickly put on her clothes and shoes and stumbled out of the room.Brent fell back asleep with a hangover headache. When he woke up, even the traces of the girl in the bed had disappeared withou