190 – Fabrics are Overrated

Gwen looked at the sun that had just risen that morning, still with the body not covered by a single thread.

"As usual, you just disappeared, Mr. Spirit. I'm getting lonely." With a low, teasing sigh, Gwen said. Her lips moved slightly forward, revealing an expression of annoyance that was clearly made up. The woman then leaned over to me, slightly touching the top of her breasts with a gentle gesture. "What brings you back at a time like this? Usually, you come back when it's a little later."

Gwen crawled slowly toward me. It was not my intention to disable the fast-forward feature.

"Would you like to do something, Gwen?" I asked, holding my breath, referring to an event that was clearly about to happen.

"Depends." Gwen moves her index finger to my chest, giving me a slight tingling sensation.

The woman's face was already flushed red, and her narrowed eyes were a little watery. Her breath is also a bit heavy.