Chapter 14

Conlin stood up, walked behind Athach, bent slightly, propped his hands on the armrests, bowed his head and leaned in her ears, smelling the cool fragrance of her body. His mania was immediately appeased, and he hooked his lips with satisfaction: "I believe Mrs. Greef will not murder her own husband." He got too close, and when he spoke, his warm breath sprayed on Athach's ears. This is her sensitive position. Athach blushed and sideways, raised her hand and pulled her hot little ear: "I won't let Mr. Greef down." Conlin looked at her little affectations of pulling her ears, and only felt so cute. This woman, crazy and wild last night, looks cute and soft today. It really grows in his favorite spots everywhere. In the evening, Athach once again acted as a humanoid doll and was taken to sleep by Conlin in his arms. She felt that she was a cat, and let him suck herself. ...... ...... Early the next morning, Athach broke free from Conlin's arms and went out to exercise herself