It was now almost impossible for Moreau to detect her stepfather snatching at Mrs. Smift's question. Abihirt was too cold. There was no match considering the man was not in a very good mood either.
"Relax, Abi. Your furious wife won't know." Moreau shook her head faintly, desperate to deal with the woman who liked to call Barbara that. Who knew how her mother would react if she found out about this. She didn't want to overthink things. Didn't want to think about whether Barbara would turn around and give Mrs. Smift an additional, appropriate name or end up furious if she found out Moreau was on the cover of a magazine representing the brand underneath the clothes on her body. "Madam, everything is ready." Fernandes emerges from the back of the studio. The man with glasses and a plain hat on top of his head immediately waltzed to the shooting point. They had toCommands were given in turn. Moreau was aware of the direction of the camera, so was obedient to Mrs. Smift's statement. She did hold her breath, and was even quite thrilled to be going through such an intimate position in front of several people. They might have faced something more than this, but never expected it to be here. So hollow was the rest of the sound around. Moreau's feelings grew even more uncontrollable when... the faintest touch of a rough jaw touched the surface of her face. The thing that made her try so hard was still studying the smooth texture of Abihirt's dark hair, just like the first time she did that action that night. Almost incoherently. Hoping that it would be over soon. "The jacket is finished, madam." That was what Moreau knew; vaguely. On the other hand, however, she got the hint to drop a touch on her stepfather's shoulder line. The voice from the camera devic
Moreau's body jerked against the wall as she faced the powerful lips. The faint light in the dimly lit room was eager to record the shadows of their bodies touching each other. The tip of Abihirt's hand was almost all the way down... from the ribcage, and now the man dipped a knuckle into her hair, pressing Moreau closer, savoring the sultry sensation of the depriving lip movement. Heat seemed to wrap around their passion simply to strip each other naked. Moreau was not brave enough to do so. Instead, hanging on to a desperate situation as the urge to strip the fabric on her body left Abihirt trapped; which piece of clothing would the man remove first, but then Moreau was surprised by a raised arm. Abihirt ripped off the top, then tossed it around. There was still neither bra nor soft fabric pants left when the man lifted Moreau up and dropped her on
Moreau looked up. The continuous trail of wetness became unavoidable and was in the background. She felt like she would be crushed. However, that was exactly what Abihirt was aiming for. To stimulate and unexpectedly turn her body face down on the bed. She looked straight ahead to find Abihirt trying to strip off the remaining fabric. Her underwear had fallen off and was probably already stranded on the floor of the red room. An unexpected lash, stinging and hot, made Moreau flinch in surprise. She held her breath as the silence around them grew faint. The reaction that surfaced was still the same as the first when a similarly paced blow struck her buttocks. Moreau clenched her fists, determined to keep even the slightest sound from escaping her lips. She even lowered her head, face down. Letti
Moreau hesitated, afraid, imagining that Abihirt would reject her request outright. The man remained silent, waiting for a while as if thinking about the pending parts between them. There was no longer anything to question. The desire to make love had been fulfilled. Giddily Moreau had indeed provided the service, though she did not know if her stepfather was satisfied or perhaps... there needed to be a certain debate that she did not find to be an important flow. "This is not a comfortable bed, if you really want to stay the night." Moreau's half-knowledge of anything in the Abihirt residence was not a good prospect. She didn't even understand which 'uncomfortable' part he was referring to, while the bed they had just used felt much softer than the mattress in her own room. Moreau would not deny anything, regardless of whether she overreacted or not. It
"Where have you been, Abi? I've been calling you, but your cell phone is always busy." Barbara's enthusiasm was unbeatable as she blocked her husband from the entrance. Abihirt was always immaculate and there was also never a hint of influence as the man walked in with a flat expression on his face. She immediately took the arm that was stretched out beside her husband's body, clasping it tightly as they walked together into the room. Honestly, Barbara could guess where Abihirt was going, but she did want to add a sensitive narrative. Knowing her husband didn't hold much conversation other than loosening the shirt collar and stripping off the contrasting black suit. A combination far different from Samuel's demeanor. So opposite that Barbara didn't harbor any rumblings of guilt when she was really just looking for an outlet. Being with Abihirt could put the economic market on a substantial line. While it was onl
With her cell phone clutched tightly in her hand, Barbara shook her head vaguely. It was important to wait for Abihirt to calm down a bit as the expression on the man's face was still so dark. Although she was not sure, but Barbara still suspected that—if Abihirt seemed to be holding something back. Her husband immediately left the place last time, even closing the door quite roughly at least. The air in the crevice of Barbara's lips immediately rushed out. First she made sure the bathroom faucet was running. Then she looked down at her cell phone with one name left behind. She turned to call the man and got a response just seconds into the wait. "You almost got me caught." Barbara dropped her butt to the edge of the bed and massaged her forehead gently. Samuel grinned, as if the man loved a challenge. If Samuel had experienced the shock of Abihir
"I'm just asking. Is it wrong?" She did not hesitate to ask such a question. Still very seriously observing. However, as if there was nothing to worry about, Abihirt just made her look back at the man's broad shoulders. Barbara realized that her husband had immediately picked up the clothes in the first place. "Yes. Moreau was with me this noon." Barbara's mind was ambushed by a sigh of relief. She had thought her husband would deny it after not giving her the slightest bit of information about what she had instead learned from others. Anitta had asked something about the man, and then accidentally said it. It was a kind of reassurance that was not so certain. "Moreau was with you this noon, but now the girl hasn't returned. Do you know where she is?"
Moreau could hardly believe that she would wake up here, in a cozy room to find a familiar face—handsome—so close from such a distance. Perhaps she was dreaming .... For a few moments Moreau's mind had to bind the remaining consciousness. With a frown, her body reacted purely through the need to adjust her position to actually sleep on her side. It was almost subconsciously done that her arm reached for another pillow as hugging material. It was too early in the morning, Moreau wasn't sure if there was anything that could be resolved here at her stepfather's house after they had not discussed certain information, or simply Abihirt handing over a serious ban. The man left after touching her, an important point Moreau did not forget. She should have. However, suddenly the urgent instinct seemed to tell. She stopped herself from going back to sleep, after a moment of realizing something was wrong.