Harry Hunter opened the cara on his phone, looked at himself, and was very dissatisfied: "No, it’s too light. It’ll disappear in a while. Kiss harder!"
He pressed Isabella Weaver’s head back onto his neck.
Isabella, feeling annoyed, bit him, instantly feeling like a vampire.
She licked her lips and bit around his neck, leaving a thin mark of teeth instead of a strawberry.
Monts later, she suddenly realized: "Weren’t you at ho making a swing for ? Where did you see soone’s neck with a strawberry?"
"Connor ca back."
Isabella was utterly incredulous: "Connor has kiss marks on his neck?"
"Yes, lots!"
"Who kissed him?"
"Natalie Niles."
Isabella was furious; so Harry was provoked by this!
Why? A long-distance challenge?
This can’t happen, she can’t lose!
It’s just kiss marks, she can do that too!
She changed her indifferent attitude and kissed Harry seriously, her hand stroking his strong back under his shirt, and soon she had Harry all fired up.
Harry was feeling great, his little wife was way too proactive today! How delightful!
He enjoyed her kissing and caressing, carried her to the bathroom: "I’m gonna take a shower."
"Then why did you carry ?"
"Shower together, I know you like the bathroom."
Isabella’s face flushed red; she was indeed more sensitive and easily aroused in the bathroom. She tried to restrain herself, but he noticed!
She loved the warm water flowing over both of them, loved being loved by him in the steamy small space.
Harry turned on the shower, turned on the bathroom sound system, and kissed Isabella against the wall amidst the lodious music.
As clothes ca off, Isabella revealed her smooth, fair shoulders and pretty flat belly.
Harry’s gaze was deep and fiery.
The little wife is truly beautiful!
Being stared at like this by him, Isabella was still a bit shy, she shrank close to him, and quietly complained: "Stop looking..."
When Isabella stuck to him, a surge of electricity ran through Harry’s body. He hugged her tightly and went under the shower, kissing her in the warm water and stirring all her senses.
The bathroom was filled with mist, the two entangled together, passionate and sweet.
...
Outside the villa, the cicadas chirped incessantly, the birds sang amidst flowers, and green trees provided a unique coolness for the scorching sumr day.
Connor sat under the tree, eating chilled waterlon, proudly showing off the kiss marks on his neck: "Oh, my charm is too great. My girlfriend can’t bear to part with . Look at what she’s done to with those kisses!"
David: "Indecent!"
Grace Watt: "Vulgar!"
Bodyguards: "Shaless!"
Connor looked down on the group of singletons, full of vigor: "Co on, give all the waterlon, you can eat the dog food, what do you need waterlon for!"
"No way, you’re too arrogant, this waterlon can be for the dogs but not for you!"
"I just choked on dog food, a bit of waterlon to clear it up, there’s none for you!"
Connor jumped and started fighting the group for the waterlon, barely snatching a piece before a weak voice interrupted.
"Connor..."
Everyone’s movents instantly stopped, the joyful atmosphere dissipated, and they retreated uniformly, leaving Connor exposed.
The smile vanished from Connor’s face, his tone indifferent: "Miss Ginger."
Cora Ginger visibly stiffened; the address was too distant, too cold, making her uncomfortable.
When she saw the kiss marks on Connor’s neck, her body beca even stiffer!
"Do you have sothing to discuss?"
"Your neck..."
"Oh, my girlfriend kissed it."
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