"But... do you really believe what I said? Aren't you afraid I just picked a random photo to trick you?"
Mia finally let go of Sam. After all, a mont of euphoria could explain hugging this guy, and getting all teary made sense too, but clinging on any longer would just show she wasn't being sensible.
Once she let go, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward. Only then did she open the door, and there were no custors in sight.
Now, Sam could only sit beside her, while Mia found a sowhat curious topic to discuss.
Sam looked at her, puzzled. "You do know what the consequences are if you use this kind of thing to deceive soone, right?"
"What?"
"Like, getting struck by lightning or sothing."
"That's pretty harsh!"
"Isn't that what they swear by on TV?"
"Hmph. You're basically cursing to drop dead."
"Why worry about that stuff if you're not lying to ?"
"Good point."
Sam looked at her, her dazed expression prompting him to sigh in resignation.
He wondered how he always ended up in these sses, but then again, it seed pretty normal. In any novel or movie, doesn't the male lead always have a bunch of drama in his life?
"What are you always thinking about?" Sam asked, sowhat exasperated.
Mia chuckled. "How would a kid guess what an adult is thinking?"
"Now you rember you're an adult? Then why were you crying like a little kid earlier?" Sam teased.
Mia's face turned red. "Who—who was crying on you! Forget that happened! Just forget it!"
Thinking about it was both embarrassing and absurd.
In her dream, she had been treated roughly by Sam, but then quickly ended up crying on his shoulder over sothing else.
It was unbelievable... Could she really have a masochistic streak?
That couldn't be right...
Mia had never shown signs of that growing up.
Her upbringing might not have been typical, but she figured her psyche was okay. Or was it sothing innate... Geez, the more she thought about it, the scarier it seed.
Sam chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't bring it up on my own. But if you tick off, I might just dredge up the past. After all, everyone's got a bit of a vengeful streak."
Mia frowned slightly; this guy was playing dirty.
But soon, Mia leaned in closer, smiling at Sam with an expression different from her usual, sowhat seductive.
For a guy, such an expression could easily be misinterpreted.
Whether it was the blush on her cheeks or the seemingly aningful smirk in her eyes, it was enough to dazzle anyone.
Mia looked at him and smiled. "So, how should I keep you happy?"
This woman...
Did she have no idea how dangerous it was to flash that kind of look?
Or did she know exactly what she was doing and chose to do it anyway?
So, Sam took a deep breath, turned his face slightly, not avoiding but instead moving a bit closer to her.
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted, becoming strangely charged as if fernting a peak of ambiguity.
The mix of male and female scents, the tangible aroma of hormones filled the air.
"Do you really want to make happy?"
Mia hadn't expected Sam to react this way.
She thought she was just teasing Sam, expecting him to sense sothing off and imdiately pull away as usual, especially since Sam seed like the type who hated complications. But why was he reacting like this?
Oh no.
Now, she was the one who couldn't speak, almost afraid to breathe.
Darn it...
Why couldn't she look away now?
It seed she could only stare at Sam's face, as if his eyes held an infinite allure, like a black hole.
All light seed unable to escape his gaze.
Sam was really handso... like sothing out of a fairy tale, the kind of dreamy leading man you'd expect in a teen drama.
He also had that youthful vibe, seemingly flawless in every inch.
Whether it was his finely chiseled features or those eyes that seed to possess a deadly allure.
Even more dangerously, Mia found herself recalling the events that had unfolded in her dreams!
No, no, this was way too risky.
"Don't...!" Mia's scrambled brain made a final judgnt.
She reached out and pushed him away.
Sam, pushed back, didn't react much, just gave Mia a plain look.
"You act like I was about to fuck you or sothing. Don't provoke if you're not ready for the consequences, Boss."
Sam lazily stood up, stretching as if he was ready to call it a day.
Mia glanced at Sam, her face flushed as she muttered, "Such a little devil..."
After saying that, she noticed a certain part of Sam that seed to protrude due to his stretching... around his waist?
Wait, that part on a man shouldn't be...
Indeed, the size of Sam's cock... presence was quite intimidating...
What am I thinking?!!!
Mia quickly turned her head away. "I... need to get ho. Don't forget what you promised, it's probably next week. Be ready."
Sam seed oblivious to Mia's gaze, just wondering why this woman kept blushing. "Alright, you've had a drink tonight, don't drive ho, okay?"
"I know, I don't need you to worry about . Just go ho and rest early, see you!"
Mia quickly left, almost as if she was fleeing.
But just as she left the convenience store, she couldn't help but look back.
Sam's figure was no longer visible, but that didn't an he wasn't still on her mind.
Her mind was filled with those terrible scenes and feelings from her dreams.
Even though it all happened in a dream, how could she possibly forget all that?
Yet she had to try dreaming again, for Charlotte's sake it seed necessary, but... what if those scenes happened again?
Mia dared not think further, nor could she face the subtle excitent and anticipation brewing inside her.
When Sam woke up, he was imdiately hit by the glaring sunlight. It was almost winter, yet the sun hadn't softened a bit.
"Bang bang—"
"Clang clang—"
The sounds from the living room were slightly concerning.
What was going on?
This wasn't the sound of the wind, was it?
Could it be...
Sam got out of bed and opened the door.
There, in the living room, breakfast was set up on the dining table.
Sandwiches.
Fried eggs.
Milk and even cherry tomatoes as a dessert.
This setup couldn't have just appeared out of nowhere, so there was only one possibility.
Sam walked over to the kitchen.
"Zoe... what brings you here all of a sudden?"
Without a doubt, the only woman who could enter his apartnt silently and start making breakfast instead of anything else was Zoe.
Today, Zoe was wearing a thin turtleneck sweater, though she had an apron tied around her waist. But the mont she turned around, her exaggerated figure was still startling.
Unlike many, turtlenecks are quite revealing of one's shape, and while many won might choose to pad their bras with silicone inserts to enhance their bust, Zoe needed none of that.
She was naturally well-endowed.
Zoe turned around with that familiar, gentle, and seductive smile.
"You're up early? Just wait a bit~ The pork chops will be ready soon~"
Seeing such a woman with that kind of expression, Sam felt his body react uncontrollably, and he even felt the urge to beco aroused.
It was undeniable, Zoe was truly a 'siren.'
"When did you get here? Why didn't you give a heads-up?" Sam asked.
While frying the pork chops, Zoe chuckled and said, "I saw you were sleeping, so I didn't wake you up. As for when I got here... about an hour ago, I guess?"
"That ans it was not even six yet. You woke up that early?"
"It's okay, I've not been very busy at work lately, and I get enough rest during my lunch breaks. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, but I feel like I don't need as much sleep anymore."
Zoe spoke with a hint of lancholy, like a beauty lanting the passage of ti and the fading of youth.
Sam laughed. "But you're not even 30 yet, you're at the pri of your charm."
Zoe blushed and smiled. "Sam, if you keep flattering like that, I'll get embarrassed... Go freshen up, it's ti to eat~"
"Alright."
Sam couldn't really fault her for entering his room so casually, which essentially was an invasion of privacy. After all, complaining wouldn't change her behavior, and considering what had happened between them, what right did he have to talk? It was better to steer things in a positive direction than to try stopping them.
But could Sam really guide this uniquely peculiar woman? It seed difficult, but definitely simpler than dealing with soone like Angel.
After quickly freshening up and coming to the dining table, Zoe had already finished preparing breakfast. It was a full spread again.
Sam said sowhat helplessly, "You really don't need to make so much every day. It's tough on you, and I can't finish it all."
Zoe glanced at the table full of food. "It's fine, you're at the age where you're still growing~ You should eat more, and don't pretend to be modest in front of . A guy with a good appetite is also a charming trait~"
Really?
Sam had never heard that having a big appetite could be considered charming.
Is that why eating competitions are so appealing?
Sam said helplessly, "That's enough, any longer and I'd turn into a monster."
"Eh? Enough? Oh... indeed, if your penis grew any bigger, it would be unbearable. But the size you have now already drives wild..."
Sam choked on his milk, nearly suffocating on the spot.
Good grief.
Was this really a topic to be discussed so casually?
"Drink slower, why are you acting like a child?" Zoe chuckled.
"It's because you suddenly bring up such topics..." Sam retorted, annoyed.
Zoe blinked innocently at Sam. "Is it such a strange topic? It's just us here, so a bit more explicit talk shouldn't be a problem, right? Or would you prefer I do sothing more... practical?"
"What... eh?"
Before Sam could respond fully, he felt an unusual sensation.
It was Zoe's foot, deftly finding its way to his penis under the table.
Zoe's foot was bare, the touch delicate, making Sam acutely aware of every contact.
Of course, he could choose to look down.
And when he did... he saw Zoe's perfect bare foot already caressing around his penis.
Sam instantly felt a very pleasurable sensation.
Zoe looked even more seductive, as if a longer gaze might trap him in so lethal illusion.
Zoe seductively held her fork, her sultry gaze locking onto him. "Do you want it like this, Sam~?"
Sam's expression turned awkward in an instant.
Undoubtedly, from an erotic standpoint and in many other aspects, this woman was incredibly feminine.
She seed to be very skilled at lovemaking and teasing, or perhaps had studied deeply, knowing exactly which expressions to use at what ti to make a man especially lose control.
Every ti Sam saw this woman, he knew he had a hard ti controlling his desires, but he hadn't expected so emotions to co so swiftly and intensely.
Sam tried to suppress his honest excitent, reluctantly saying, "Early in the morning... it doesn't seem quite right..."
Zoe's foot began to move.
And it wasn't random movent; she seed to have found her own rhythm, her own process and steps.
She didn't even need to take off Sam's pants to know how to give him the ultimate pleasure.
"Why not? It's best to do things early, don't procrastinate."
"Is this about procrastination? I still need to eat, and I have to go to school later. If we make love now, I'll be late for class."
Sam tried to bring so reason into the conversation, but Zoe only laughed more joyously.
Her toes were as nimble as fingers, providing Sam with a fatally pleasurable sensation.
Despite knowing the timing was off, he seed unable to deny the pleasure and joy she brought him...
This was outrageous.
Zoe's cheeks were flushed, radiating a seductive charm that seed almost tangible.
She speared a piece of steak with her fork.
Then she placed it between her enticing red lips, gently chewing, her lips quivering.
"Look... eating while giving you a footjob doesn't really interfere, does it?"
Wasn't this too crazy?
Zoe quickly removed her top, then continued eating her steak while using her feet to remove Sam's pants.
Leaning back in her chair, Zoe stretched her beautifully curved legs, gently clasping Sam's robust, erect cock between her soft soles. Her toes, painted with red nail polish, slowly touched Sam's cock, moving from the base up to the tip, even gently scraping the crown of his glans with her toes.
Although Sam was eating, he could no longer taste the food; all he felt were Zoe's soft feet enveloping his cock.
Zoe's footjob was incredibly pleasurable for Sam. He was so engrossed in the sensation that he lost all interest in his al, his eyes closely admiring Zoe's stunning face and sexy figure.
A sweet smile spread across Zoe's face, as if giving Sam a footjob was a divine gift bestowed upon her. Despite the table between them, Zoe's movents were unhindered.
As she moved her legs, Zoe's ample breasts swayed enticingly.
Although the weather was a bit chilly, Zoe was still wearing a short skirt at ho, and to Sam's astonishnt, she wasn't wearing any underwear—she was going commando!
In this unique position, sitting with her legs spread wide giving Sam a footjob, her vagina was completely exposed to him. Between her legs, the beautiful labia were visible, as exquisite as a piece of fine art.
Ti flew by, and Zoe had been giving Sam a footjob for twenty minutes. Her legs were starting to ache, yet there was no sign of Sam climaxing.
Wanting to enhance Sam's pleasure, Zoe decided to do more. While continuing the footjob, she grabbed her proud, sexy breasts and began to knead them. This lascivious act, combined with her beautiful face, was incredibly charming.
As Zoe massaged her breasts, she tightened her grip with her toes around Sam's penis, moving them more vigorously.
Sam keenly noticed that Zoe seed to be getting aroused too! Her large breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened.
He could even see Zoe's engorged labia and her excitedly erect clitoris.
With the footjob pace quickening, Zoe felt her body becoming more and more aroused. Sitting in the chair, she reached down to her clitoris, continuously stroking it.
As Zoe's hand movents continued, she felt her body heat up, a strong wave of sexual pleasure overwhelming her brain, making her feel as though she was about to soar.
Before Sam could climax, Zoe had already reached her own orgasm.
She intensified the movents of her feet, her soft soles rubbing even more fiercely against Sam's large, hard cock, her toes quickly flicking at the tip of his glans.
To make Sam climax faster, Zoe moaned lasciviously, "Sam, don't hold back. If you want to co, just co. Let your sen out! Co on my feet!"
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