Anya took the hourglass from Harry's hands, closed her eyes in bliss, and imagined the endless caravans rolling westward, the sound of wagon wheels creaking over the prairie...
After a long while, she finally opened her eyes, resting her head against Harry's shoulder with a dreamy sigh. In a voice full of quiet excitent, she whispered, "Brother Harry... I love this gift so much! It's beautiful, like a painting in my heart. I want to see the old trails, the wild frontier, and so many, many places with you..."
Anya's petite, soft body pressed against Harry's arm, her ample chest rubbing against him, making his heartbeat quicken with excitent. His penis swelled, hardening and tenting his pants.
"Anya, if you want to go, after we cure your father's illness, I'll take you to romantic Turkey, Tokyo and Paris, then to Miami Beach to see the ocean, to Hawaii for a swim.. Then, we'll write a travel book and publish it... Okay?"
Harry naturally wrapped his arm around Anya's waist, his palm resting on her buttocks as he gently stroked them, making tender, profound promises to her.
Listening to Harry's descriptions of so many romantic and exotic places, Anya was completely intoxicated. As for his promises, she had always yearned to travel the world, experience foreign cultures, take countless selfies, and write a poetic, romantic travelogue...
This was the life Anya most desired!
Harry had spoken the very words in her heart!
"Brother Harry! Are you serious? Can you really take to all those romantic, beautiful places? Can we... can we really do it?" By now, Anya was utterly enchanted, her heart racing. She had completely forgotten that Harry was a married man whose wife was about to give birth—there was no way he could whisk her away on global adventures.
People were like this. When faced with sothing they desperately wanted, no matter how crude the other person's deception, their minds would automatically fill in the gaps with excuses to justify it.
Especially won. As long as sweet words made their hearts flutter, even blatant lies would be believed without question!
Harry had found Anya's weakness.
He had pried open her heart, seduced her, and made her infatuated—filled with longing for the future and even greater admiration and a sense of mutual understanding toward him.
"Of course it's true. I've long wanted to find a kindred spirit. In my free ti every year, I'd love to visit the most romantic places with soone who truly understands , to enjoy foreign cultures, experience the diversity of the world, and seek out every bit of beauty life has to offer..." Harry gazed at Anya with firm conviction and said affectionately, "Anya, if you're willing, I'll take you anywhere you want to go, anyti! Right now, I could take you away!"
[Anya's intimacy with you 5 (95% intimacy)]
"Brother Harry... I believe you... but... not now... my father is still in the hospital... I... I'm not ready yet..." A conflicted regret flashed across Anya's dreamy expression. In the end, she shook her head sorrowfully.
"Don't worry, Anya, your father's illness will definitely get better. You don't have to worry about the money. If it's not enough, I can help you find a way. I also know so doctor friends in this field. I will say hello to them for you when the ti cos..."
Harry saw that Anya looked sad and depressed, and imdiately took the opportunity to hug her, leaning his body tightly against hers, and said softly with affection.
Harry's movents were natural and gentle, making Anya, who was already emotional, feel waves of romance and happiness. She did not feel uncomfortable at all, but felt extrely moved and warm.
[Anya's current state: happy, romantic, enjoying, touched, grateful, excited, shy, nervous, confused, bewildered]
Seeing that Anya's condition was stable and she had no discomfort at all, Harry beca bolder. His hands moved a little harder as Anya's delicate body trembled slightly.
"Brother Harry... you are so nice to ... thank you... I... I really don't know how... how to repay you..."
Anya blushed shyly and secretly raised her head, pursed her plump lips and looked at Harry gratefully, murmuring softly.
In the ambiguous atmosphere, the two of them were like a couple who had been in love for a long ti, hugging each other deeply and confessing their feelings to each other.
Harry lowered his head at this ti, looking at Anya affectionately, and gently tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace, enjoying the pleasure of pressing against her soft and swollen breasts with his chest, and said softly and affectionately, "Anya... if only I could et you earlier... the first ti I saw you, I felt that I had t the only confidant in my life..."
Feeling the heat in Harry's eyes, Anya imdiately trembled all over, as if there was an electric current in his gaze, making her body numb, her limbs weak, and her breath quicken.
"Mmm... Brother Harry..." Anya narrowed her eyes tenderly and murmured softly.
Harry slowly lowered his head and kissed her delicate, rosy lips.
"Hmm~~~Hmm!~~~~Hmm~~~~~"
Their lips pressed tightly together. Feeling Harry's gentle kiss, Anya's rapid breathing was accompanied by soft moans.
His passionate kiss was full of enthusiasm, and his hot breath, carrying the unique hormonal scent of a man, brushed against Anya's cheek, making her intoxicated and dazed.
Sensing that Anya was truly lost in the mont and showed no resistance, Harry's restless hands slid gently along her smooth legs, slipped beneath her skirt, lifted the loose nightgown, caressed her flat stomach, and finally grasped the breasts he had long dread of.
Through the thin cotton bra, his large hand cupped the underside of Anya's full, round, and soft breasts. The tender, elastic sensation sent a wave of pleasure through Harry, making him hum in satisfaction. It felt incredible!
Anya's plush lips trembled slightly against his as she responded to his kiss, her soft whimpers and gasps laced with shyness.
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