TB

CHAPTER 117

Regrettably, she couldn’t kill him because her hands were restrained. The moment she made a feeble excuse to herself, the man released his grip. He raised his knees and placed Grace’s hands on them.

“I told you not to stop.”

Only after Leon reprimanded her did the woman start shaking her hips, gripping his knees. Her body naturally arched, and her plump flesh protruded even more alluringly.

Each time the woman’s body moved, the heavy breasts bounced up and down, creating an irresistibly seductive scene. Along with the lascivious movements, her now considerably lengthened hair also swayed provocatively. A few chestnut-brown strands, twisted like a rope, clung to the flesh that had sprung out.

Even for someone not inclined toward perversion, this was beyond their limits.

The woman stared at him with eyes that expressed a desire to wind her hair around his neck and squeeze it. Leon chuckled and freed the strands of hair entwined around the n*pple, letting them fall behind her shoulder.

Now, let me indulge you with your favorite play.

The hand that had been caressing her round shoulders slid down and seized the bouncing breast that surged upward. The sensation of the sweaty flesh sticking to the palm always evoked a strange sense of fullness.

“Behave yourself.”

“Ha-ugh!”

He forcibly kept the woman’s hands down as she tried to remove his hands and, with both hands, freely massaged the soft flesh.

Was she still embarrassed to admit that this felt good?

Ignoring the woman’s struggles, the inner walls mimicked his motions, overtly massaging over his member. As he enjoyed the texture of the smooth flesh moving up and down, a deep moan echoed from the depths of his chest, making.

Unlike him, the woman bit her lips, suppressing the moans. He couldn’t endure it, yet the woman seemed capable of enduring it.

His judgment was skewed.

Leon flicked both of the glossy n*pples with his fingertips.

“Ahht!”

A sharp cry erupted, and the woman’s body jumped up, then descended with a thud. Before she could cover herself, Leon seized her breasts with both hands.

“Your breasts have changed.”

Having touched and explored the same area daily for at least an hour or two, he couldn’t miss the subtle changes.

“They’ve grown larger.”

As if measuring the size, he flattened the flesh with the palm of his hand. While it had fit perfectly into his large hands not long ago, now it overflowed.

Leon pressed the fleshy mass, rolling his palm slowly and lifting the corners of his mouth gently.

“The feel has become firmer.”

His hand swept downward.

As it moved along the damp skin, it paused just before reaching the place where their bodies met. Then, he lightly tapped the still-flat lower abdomen of the woman with his fingertips. His tapping was as rhythmic as a heartbeat as if asking if there might be another heart hiding inside.

“Is my child in here?”

Grace glared at him as if she were about to kill him, her heartbeat falling into the pit where his fingertips touched.

No. It couldn’t be.

However, she wasn’t ignorant of the higher probability of that being the case.