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"You look like a prince."
My daughter, it's good that you resemble me, but please don't resemble things that you shouldn't resemble.
The child who had even kissed her father ran out of the dressing room. The man did not follow her, but stood in front of the door and watched the child's back as she walked away with happy eyes.
"He was born with it. He already has the air of a nobleman."
Then the man closed the door. The air in the dressing room changed in an instant.
I came today before changing clothes. I knew exactly what that meant.
Grace opened the closet door calmly, pretending not to feel anything. She turned her back to the man, took off her bathrobe, and revealed her naked body. As soon as she felt the sticky gazes on her, her body began to flinch. Naturally, she remembered the days when she showered with the voyeur behind her. Sometimes, the man did not stop at just watching.
Fortunately, the only light in the windowless dressing room was the lamp on the vanity mirror. The man leaning against the other side of the room wouldn't be able to see her flushed skin as she remembered it.
The moment I bent down to put on my bloomers, I heard a soft groan behind me. It sounded like a short curse.
Grace paused for a moment and then moved slowly again, pretending that nothing had happened. She put on a garter belt over her bloomers and pulled up each pair of black stockings to the middle of her thighs and fixed them. Then, as she put on her dark red high heels, the sound of her breathing behind her was still regular, but it became increasingly rough.
Grace's breathing became ragged as she took out her bra from the drawer. She quickly inserted the diamond pocket that she had hidden between her clothes while she was in the bathroom into the middle of her bra, between the layers of fabric. She casually put on the shoulder strap and reached behind her to fasten the hook, but her hands kept slipping.
Fuck... .
After several failed attempts, she bit her dry lips and quietly complained. The man approached her silently and grabbed her trembling fingertips. While Grace froze, he slowly and silently fastened the hooks of her bra, making her gasp for breath.
Even after fastening the bra in just one go, her hands didn't leave. The feeling of her fingertips fiddling with the three small metal rings one by one, as if checking to see if they were properly fastened, was clearly transmitted to my skin through the thin fabric.
The fingers that had added the last ring ran down her spine. The man tickled her already goosebump-ridden skin with the tips of his nails as if to confirm her death, then he put his lips near Grace's ear and let out a hot breath along with foul language.
"Honey, let me guess. If you spread your legs right now, you'll be wet."
Grace looked straight ahead and snorted as if to tell me to listen.
"Then how about we make a bet? If I'm wrong, I'll let you go. Forever."
The hand that had been tickling her lower back snaked its way down the curve of her waist to her lower abdomen. Pushing away the hand that was slipping into her bloomers, Grace headed for the dressing table.
A laughter was heard behind her, as if telling her to look at it. Grace pretended not to hear and sat down in front of the mirror to start putting on her makeup. All the while, she had to try not to look at the man in the mirror who was watching her.
"I don't want to be like this either."
It was when I was applying bright red lipstick to my lower lip with my lips slightly parted. The man who had been watching me from a step behind finally approached me.
"Even if everything else is my fault, it's entirely your fault that I'm horny for you."
He lowered himself and rested his chin on Grace's shoulder, whispering in her ear. The hand that had touched her back tugged at the strap of the bra she had been wearing, as if he wanted to take it off again, while his other hand caressed her earlobe, wrapping his fingers around the blonde hair that had been tucked behind her ear.
"No matter what you do, it's dirty."
He played with the teardrop-shaped pearl earrings on his ears and muttered that Grace was deliberately driving him crazy. The lips that had been nipping at his earlobe finally parted. His tongue licked the pearl beads hanging from his earlobe. Grace's shoulders jerked and jumped at the familiar tongue-rolling motion.
"Keep going."
The man bit her earlobe and glanced at the lipstick in Grace's hand.
"Why? I'm so nervous like before, I can't do it."
Then I have no choice but to do it. The man who whispered that while kissing her ear snatched the lipstick from her hand. As two fingers cupped her cheek and pressed it, Grace opened her lips and glared at the man in the mirror.
The man's skills were poor. The lipstick that had been moving along the curve of his upper lip eventually slipped from the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, I guess I should erase it."
The hand that had been holding the ball turned her face towards him. The lips that had spread a long red mark from the tip of her chin eventually covered Grace's lips.
"Huh...."
She pushed away the tongue that was coming in through the gap and turned her head. The man who had been overwhelming Grace with his gaze and atmosphere to the point that it was hard to breathe let her go as if nothing had happened. Grace headed toward the door under his persistent gaze that was trying to read her mind.
Crunch.
The moment I locked the door and turned around, the man rushed at me like a beast. My body was lifted up in an instant, and something heavy pressed down between my spread legs as I hung on to the man's waist. Between my lips that were stuck together, my tongues were rubbing each other wildly like bodies.
"ha...."
The rough kiss that seemed to devour each other gradually became softer and stopped for a moment, and Grace leaned her head against the door, breathing heavily. In the meantime, his moist lips traced her skin and moved down to the nape of her neck. The man didn't move at all for a long time, placing his lips on the spot where her pulse was thumping.
"Grace... ."
The voice of the man calling me was filled with joy. At that moment, a thrill ran through her veins and up to her heart as she heard my name, and Grace's eyes, which had been half-closed, opened as if she had been burned by fire.
The lips that had been still gradually moved downward and began to touch the flesh that was bulging out above the bra. As the tip of the man's nose was buried not far from the pocket containing the diamonds, Grace unhooked the bra with her own hands.
"Sigh, damn it... ."
The man, who was confused as to why she had taken off her underwear and exposed her breasts, became even more excited. He picked her up in a flash, completely ignoring the fact that she was holding her bra in her hand instead of throwing it on the floor.
"Ah, hmph... ."
The man sat Grace down at the dressing table and lowered his head. She shivered as she felt the coldness of the mirror against her shoulder and the heat of his mouth cupping her nipple.
Soon the man buried his face between the two pieces of flesh and began to enjoy the smell of flesh. It was his chance. Grace wrapped one arm around the man's head and made a lewd noise as she put her bra in the handbag in the corner of the dressing table.
"Sigh, sob... ."
All the nerves that had been focused on her assets were immediately directed to her body, and the man's caresses began to feel even more stimulating. As her moans grew louder, Grace covered her mouth. Only one arm was supporting her body. Even that began to tremble more and more.
"Haa... I feel like I can live now."
Leon took a deep breath, spitting out his nipple that had been swollen with saliva. As his lips left her body, Grace let go of the hand that had been covering her mouth and relaxed her body.
"oh!"
The woman who had been catching her breath let out a moan again and twisted her body. This was because she was circling her nipples, which had become extremely sensitive, with her fingertips.
"Ah, ahhh... ."
His marks were already red on her once white flesh. Leon, who was admiring the woman's breasts shaking as she moved, couldn't hold back his boiling possessiveness and grabbed the flesh as if he was swallowing it.
"Ah!"
He sucked hard enough to make a loud sound, then bit down on the plump, pink flesh poking out between his fingers.
"Did you breastfeed Ellie?"
The moment Grace nodded with her half-closed, hazy eyes, Leon sat up. Leon gritted his teeth and smiled, fixing his gaze on the blue-green eyes that looked up at him with a puzzled look.
"I mean, I always have conflicting feelings for you and our daughter. I love you both so much, but I hate you both. When I just watch you, I'm happy, but sad."
He squeezed the nipple his daughter had in her mouth with his index finger and thumb.
"Ugh... ."
"You breastfed my daughter. I feel like I gained you and at the same time, I feel like I lost you."
It was also ambiguous that this woman had locked herself in the door and taken off her own clothes.
I put the naked thing in my handbag.
A lot has changed, but nothing has changed. Leon cast a displeased glance at the handbag on the corner of the dressing table for a moment and sat down on the chair. Of course, the moment he spread his neatly gathered legs wide to both sides, all the displeasure disappeared.
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