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There was no protest. She didn't want to propose anything. Let things go as they should and stay at a reasonable level that didn't cross the line of tolerance. After all, Abihirt had no interest in adding to the reasons why the man was still here. Observing every detail of what Moreau was doing. Not admiring anything, but it was a bit much if they still ended up in such close proximity. "I don't like being watched while I'm doing something in the kitchen, Abi. You might want to step outside. To the living room. Anywhere or go meet your dog. Just not here." "Why?" Almost without pause, the deep, raspy voice finally broke through. Moreau swallowed as she considered the various things she needed to choose from. Some of them might be too dangerous. "I don't like it." But there was always denial if something inside her decided to betray. Moreau hurriedly tried to focus after saying that. "Don't like it?" It was bad luck that she had to face such a whis

The last thing Moreau noticed was that Abihirt grabbed a scrap of paper with a strange command—squeezed it quite roughly, then carried her body away with a barely—there position at the line of the man's right shoulder. "What do you want to do, Abi?" There was no significant touch, other than holding on tightly to the closest part of her stepfather's back. Moreau swallowed harshly as she realized where Abihirt's steps would end up; feeling a little shaken as his feet hit the steps of the stairs. "You know I'm hungry and want to make my snack." While protesting, Moreau deliberately turned half of her face back, staring at the door of the room that was so close, but also had to wait for Abihirt to make a reply. "I'm hungry too." The deep, raspy voice sounded disinterested. Too flat or just a brief acknowledgment. "Then we'd better go back to the kitchen," Moreau added so that her stepfather would not take serious action by stomping off to one place when she felt it was not

"No. We'll go separately. I have some things to finish. You can wait for me and we'll meet at the theater." However, there were ideas that were difficult to accept well. It would be easier to travel with Juan, rather than being stuck in a situation like Abihirt's statement. "A busy man like you should have given me permission to go with my friend. Don't bother taking the initiative to do something you can't." Wouldn't that have been better? Moreau immediately took a long look at her stepfather's face. Hoping Abihirt would soften a bit, but the tendency to be silent was ingrained in the man. There was nothing left and suddenly she felt a lick; urgent, forcing them to kiss hotly. "My mom's only gone for a while, Abi. She'll probably be back soon." There was a process to making that a coincidence. Moreau made sure that she spoke directly in front of Abihirt's face when the link of their lips broke. However, the man did not care. Hunger. Great desire

Moreau stared with a puzzled expression on her face, precisely because she was too green to comply with Abihirt's every whim with an implied delivery. For a moment, the man seemed to deliberately squeeze her breasts, then barely gave a warning to switch their positions—she was forced to turn around with her back to him while holding on to the bed. "Be a submissive girl when I enter you." A grip felt warm on her hips. Moreau swallowed harshly as she decided to turn half of her face away. Abihirt was on to something, managing to make her arch her body as the man's cock slowly entered between the open leg slits. Big and firm... it really gave Moreau full sensation. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the mattress just as Abihirt started to move. The man's thrusts sometimes always ended up being the crudest of intentions, so she thought someone with a different kind of sex drive like this would have intentions of destroying her body, though Abihirt was never seriou

"Sorry to trouble you, Caroline." Moreau had an uneasy feeling when she reached the kitchen, only to find that Caroline had finished almost all the work. She only had to wait for the dough that was still being fried in hot oil to cook. It wouldn't take much longer. The golden brown color had already begun to surface. There was also a melt that became a memorable part of the bowl and did not go unnoticed. "This is my duty, Miss. After all, Master asked for it directly. But I didn't see him. Didn't he leave with you earlier on important business?" "Who said that?" asked Moreau instinctively, almost unconsciously raising one high eyebrow while looking at Caroline's distorted face. "Just guessing when he asked me to keep the ballpoint pen he used.” The woman added a nervous smile, between the fear of misspeaking. However, Moreau would understand her. She shook her head vaguely—determined not to leave an odd impression on Caroline. "I just went to my r