All Chapters of Forbidden Agreements: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Position your hands closer, Abi. You can't possibly feel awkward with your stepdaughter, can you?" Mrs. Smift had repeatedly said the same thing, but Moreau still felt that her stepfather's tension would not come between them. This was indeed the limit of tolerance that the man had worked out. It was not a good thing to be in an intimate position in front of several people, even if Abihirt's request had been approved. For single shots, the man only showed a quarter of the body. Meanwhile, in a two—person pose... their relationship was made so close, especially Mrs. Smift had to think of ways to minimize the chances of Abihirt's face being caught on screen. It's hard to negotiate with a decision that is so absolute. At least it went almost without a hitch. Mrs. Smift seemed to have deliberately added a new request. Abihirt's arms were required to cling tighter to Moreau's flat stomach, while the man hid his face deeply

Commands 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 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

"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

"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?"