Looking into her frightened eyes, 'Carter' smiled with a smile on his face.
Slowly taking off the purple contact lenses, the man slowly stood up.
The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his red pupils were shining.
It's like there are stars twinkling in it.
With half-squinted eyes, he took out the napkin and wiped his fingers slowly and carefully.
Wrap the contact lenses and throw them away.
A ball of flame wrapped around and burned out.
Coleman revealed his true colors and found that the lady opposite was looking at the flame with a surprised look.
He explained, "It's just magic."
'Zi La'
The chair scraped against the floor, making a screeching sound.
Walking out slowly, Coleman kept looking at Bessie.
He slowly pressed forward, forcing the woman to fall down on the chair.
Cold sweat ran down his neck, and his back felt wet and hot.
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you want to do? This beautiful lady."
One hand was on the edge of the table, and the other was playing with a table knife.
The silver-white blade rotates in the hand.
Coleman looked at the silver knife.
It must be great for cutting meat.
Licking his lips, Coleman turned his head and looked up and down.
Scan like a laser.
The woman was stared at in horror and tried her best to retreat, but because the location of the dining table she chose was too special, there was not much room to maneuver.
After all, this is the place Coleman carefully selected.
Relying on the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have an unobstructed view of the world outside the house.
But because this is a 132-story high-rise building.
Even if you are seen, it doesn't matter.
There seems to be only one such tall building in this city.
Unhurriedly, Coleman's eyes were so tender and lingering that one couldn't help but fall in love with him, he lowered his head and slowly approached the woman's forehead.
"There is plenty of time, let's take our time and play~"
But he suddenly turned his head and grabbed the woman's knife-attacking hand with his other hand.
Ignore Bessie's panic and fear.
Coleman looked at the slender and white arms, showing appreciation in his eyes.
"What a beautiful arm, don't you think so?"
"Presumably, these hands have disemboweled many people."
Make a specimen or something.
To be honest, Coleman really appreciates this kind of Human Body Artists.
Although their art is not the same.
But art is always connected.
He suddenly let go of the woman's hand.
"What do you think about it being braised in braised sauce?"
The voice is delicate and low, filled with male desire and seduction.
The magnetic sound hits the woman's eardrums.
Her pupils trembled slightly, and the woman swallowed.
She felt that she understood somewhat, but she was also confused.
But, she was ready to take a gamble.
Stretch your hands to the collar and slowly unbutton the clothes in front of Coleman.
He pretended to be reserved and shy on his face.
"If so, would you like..."
As soon as your hands are loosened, the wonderful spring scenery emerges.
But to Bessie's expectation, the man in front of him was unmoved.
His eyes were clear, with an appreciation that he couldn't understand.
It's like looking at some work.
"You pay great attention to exercise."
"... what?"
She raised her head in confusion. She didn't understand why any man could be so calm in this situation.
It can even be said that he is unmoved!
Is it because you are not attractive?
Can't help but doubt myself.
But this girl's pride is fair and smooth.
What's wrong?
It's obvious that I was obsessed with this little guy just now!
But when she heard Coleman's next sentence, she suddenly understood.
The man opened his mouth and said, "It must taste good and suitable for cooking."
Coleman nodded with satisfaction.
It's like a little pig running on the barren hills all year round.
A certain dose of exercise will make the meat more delicious.
And following Coleman's gaze, you will find that this man doesn't even look at the place where the woman wants to be exposed.
Instead, he stared at his lower abdomen and arms.
It's like I'm trying to figure out where to start.
"You!"
The woman was so ashamed and angry, was this guy still a man?!
But the body took off in the next moment.
Subconsciously, he raised his head and his eyes met those crimson eyes full of nostalgia.
Whispering like a lover, Coleman breathed into his ear. "Are you angry?"
The two of them were very close.
The dim light illuminates.
The gray and black shadows overlap here.
Inseparable.
Male hormones are transmitted to women through clothes.
She is mature but has a slightly childish feeling, which makes her a little confused and intoxicated.
The nice smell of roses, with a hint of poison.
Lure people into falling into the abyss.
The white lotus roots couldn't help but climb up Coleman's neck.
"Beauty is misleading."
The woman's eyes were blurred and she murmured in a low voice.
I feel like I'm in trouble.
He fell into the hands of this boy who was much younger than him.
Maybe it would be more interesting to make him a lover than to use him as a specimen.
I have to admit that Bessie is excited at this moment.
She is willing to perish with this desire.
Enjoy the joy of fish and water.
The other protagonist, on the other hand, was observing the woman nestled in his arms with great interest.
Watch him surrender to desire.
Look at her nestling in the crook of his neck like a little woman.
Confirmed again in my heart.
Beauty is the original sin.
It is also the best bait.
Is this the first woman who has fallen under the influence of her own beauty?
After thinking for a moment, Coleman gave up.
There are too many to count.
It's not important, none of this is important.
Looking at the unconscious woman in his arms, a trace of amusement appeared in his eyes.
Okay, now, let's sink slowly.
I just don't know that what you've fallen into is the gentle land.
Or the abyss of hell.
As if he was deliberately trying to create some fun, Coleman suddenly hugged her and started to move in circles.
Dance gently, leading the person in your arms little by little.
"Can you dance?"
"What?"
"It's just ballroom dancing."
"Of course."
The woman smiled knowingly, knowing that this was a little fun thought up by this man.
But, this is very useful, isn't it?
At least for her.
With the help of a little drunkenness, the woman follows the man's pace.
"Who sent you to kill me?"
A whisper in the ear, a lover's whisper.
"Who knows?"
Avoiding talking, the man smiled wantonly.
After spinning around, the man came up again.
"Now is not the time to discuss this."
"... too."
The woman murmured for a moment and then said with a smile, "I can pay double the price. Of course, if you are willing to work for me, the price can be negotiated."
Facing this gentle and bloody man, Bessie was very satisfied.
Isn't it good to be such a wild wolfdog but firmly wearing the shell of a polite scum?
Of course, it would be better if you were more obedient.
But, as a wolf dog, you can't ask for too much.
Otherwise, the wildness will be gone.
The dim light suddenly went out for some unknown reason.
Darkness fills this space.
Ambiguity is whispering.
The temperature slowly climbs.
It's like telling these two people what you should do.
Enjoying the perfect atmosphere, the woman gestured with her eyes.
Dear intruder, maybe you can achieve what you want to do.
The footsteps did not stop, Coleman was just as unmoved as before.
Little by little, along with the dance.
The man began to tear the hem of his skirt.
Violent yet gentle.
Oh, you like this.
She raised her eyebrows, as if she had learned something, and the woman was very cooperative.
It's rare to see someone playing so wildly.
As expected of a wolf!
I sighed in my heart, but didn't want this man to succeed easily, so I stretched out my hand to grab the man's clothes.
I want him to be like me.
Full of mess.
But men are like distant snakes, not attached to Bessie at all.
Rough fingers tease every nerve in the body.
Heat hits the face.
Internal body temperature increases.
Like water about to boil.
It's like a terminally ill person who cannot find an antidote.
The only person who is free and crazy is the woman herself.
Coleman was like a bystander who had nothing to do with him, quietly watching the scene with the purest tenderness and smile in his eyes.
That's appreciation.
The actions of his men were not sluggish at all.
Between one grip and one retraction, it controls the woman's rising and falling emotions.
The sound of rough breathing echoed in this small and medium-sized space.
But this does not arouse any interest in men.
"Okay, the warm-up exercise is over."
In a daze, when the woman heard the man's voice, a hint of excitement emerged.
Are you about to start?
Licking her lips, she looked forward to it.
But with his next words, the woman would be thrown directly into the ice cellar.
Feeling cold all over the body.
"It's cooking time!"
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