Chapitre 117: Lady Fyre's Painting [18+]

The penthouse floor went quiet for long, stretching seconds. Rafel looked at Nicara, and she looked right back at him. Her red hair was a halo framing her beautiful face, and cascading behind to brush the burnished top of her wide office desk on which she sat. She had the wild girl look down to a T.

Her eyes were catty, and fangs dipped out to her bottom lip.

"We are alone, young Master, in the entire tower."

A few muffins remained in the pink confectionary box and Rafel picked up one, turning it over in his fingers. He pushed up Nicara's red skirt and rubbed icing into her skin. Her thighs trembled as he leaned forward in his chair and promptly licked it off.

"Ohh," Nicara gasped softly as he softly bit on her milfy thighs.