Chapter 92

If I Want to Have You, I Will Have You Regardless

Fanny stared at her stretched hand for a minute, threw a gaze at her enormous bust that weighed down on her chest, and then upon her seductive face came his hungry glare.

“I am Fanny,” he mumbled, with a playful, interesting voice that had missed some ingredient of love in the shortest of time. One could sense the freedom and passion that lit up his face even the tricks to mask such feelings were missing. He had a warm hand shake with her “I wonder what I am doing here with a naked woman,” he said yet again this time shyly casting his gaze on his feet which housed a lace-free pair of sneakers. Speedily, he looked at her bust and looked away at once – as though there was something more enchanting in her bust than her personality.

“Oh so sorry,” she bent remorsefully, grasping her micro gown from the floor. “I can still dress up.” She was already squeezing her slightly thick body into the French gown and stretching ou