Jane Sampson held her chest, hesitating for a long ti, twisting and turning. Then she suddenly turned around and sneakily glanced at Jas Black, only to unexpectedly catch him smiling.
Jane Sampson beca angry.
"Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! What’s so funny?" Jane Sampson muttered furiously.
"What part of you have I not seen? So what’s there to hide?" asked Jas Black, his smile not fading.
"..." Jane Sampson was stunned.
A few seconds later, Jane huffed and retorted, "It’s different!"
"How is it different?" Jas Black countered.
Jane had wanted to say that being looked at like this was different from when they were in the bed, but it seed like in Jas Black’s mouth, it was like questioning her lack of change.
Jane Sampson thought for a mont and then added, "I’ve grown up!" After saying that, she deliberately straightened her shoulders.
"I didn’t feel it," Jas Black said quite earnestly and bluntly.
Of course, right after he spoke, he received a glare from Jane Sampson and a scolding, "Because you’re blind."
Jas Black didn’t continue to bicker with Jane Sampson but simply took the bra from her hand and commanded, "Hold out your arms, hurry up, don’t dilly-dally."
"I can do it myself!" Jane Sampson’s old face was almost beyond saving. She quickly put on her bra herself, at least she had to preserve her front dignity.
Jas Black’s fingers were fastening the bra on her back, and his fingers occasionally touched her back skin. Jane Sampson felt like his fingertips had a temperature that could scorch the skin.
In fact, Jas Black rembered he had never taken off Jane Sampson’s bra before, because by the ti he lay down in the bed, Jane Sampson usually had changed into pajamas, as she had the habit of not wearing a bra to sleep.
So, in the process of being intimate, Jas Black had not experienced this.
Naturally, this was also the first ti Jas Black put a bra on for Jane Sampson. These hands, which had carried guns and seen battle, seed incredibly clumsy at the task of fastening a bra.
Jane Sampson’s skin was very good, not only her face but even the places covered by clothes seed soft enough to break with a blow, "Done," Jas Black said in a slightly husky voice, abruptly stepping back after speaking and suddenly closing his eyes, his breathing growing heavier.
"And the dress!" Jane Sampson said as she slightly turned her body and pointed to the dress on the bed, "Help get it."
While speaking, Jane Sampson reached back with her left hand, intending to nudge Jas Black to help her reach for the dress on the bed. However, after feeling around to the left and the right and touching nothing, she exclaid curiously and turned around to see that Jas Black had retreated several steps away without her noticing.
She was taken aback, "When did you move there? Why are you standing so far away? If you’re not going to help, at least make a sound."
Jane Sampson humphed dissatisfied and bent down to reach for the dress herself.
But just as her fingertips were about to touch the skirt hem, Jas Black’s hand suddenly grasped her left hand.
Before Jane Sampson could ask what Jas Black was up to, he suddenly pulled her in gently, dragging her whole body into his arms.
As she lifted her eyes to look at Jas Black, she discovered his gaze was as if he wanted to devour her.
"You..." The words "let go" were ultimately sealed by Jas Black on Jane Sampson’s lips.
One of his hands rested on her shoulder, and the other encircled her waist. The instant their skin touched, it was as if sparks were jumping in his chest.
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