Chapter 190. A Stocky Snake

Philip took Barbara's hand, giving it a massage so she wouldn't tense up. "The key is to warm up enough and stay relaxed. Even if it hurts, it just feels like being bitten by an ant."

Barbara's eyes widened. "I don't want to imagine there’s an ant in there."

A small laugh escaped Philip's mouth. "Don't imagine," he whispered. A second later, he stroked Barbara's head again.

"So, you ready?"

Barbara took a deep breath and nodded. "What should I do?"

"Nothing. You just need to relax."

Philip approached the strap of her robe. When he made it loose, Barbara's heart pounded again. She had never been so open in front of a man.

"Remember, Philip. Slowly." Her vocal cords were pinched.

"I haven't even started yet, Babe."

Philip smiled amusedly. However, when he found the costume hidden under the robe, his pupils dilated. His blood swiftly rippled towards the south.

"Can I hold them?" He suddenly became nervous.

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