Chapter 92

I am a lover of gentleness and caution. I don't like rushing or hurrying things. I always want to leave a profound impression; through whatever I can give. For example... a touch. Just like now.

On her soft bed, a real Anya, who occupies a corner of my heart that I can approach just a little bit, lies there. Breathing heavily, her impatient eyes eagerly meet mine. Her sexy black dress is now abandoned on the floor. I left her with only a black lace bra and a thin sheet covering the area between her legs.

No words can express how beautiful, sexy, and smooth her body is, which I now eagerly gaze upon. I record every inch of what I see, so that it will fill my memories, getting to know the most intimate things about Anya Joice.

Clearly, there are red marks I left all over her body, especially on her chest. I wonder how her face will look when she wakes up and realizes. Her gaze is enough to make me flustered. As all the buttons on my shirt successfully came undone, he