Bab 223: Beaten Angel

Verona began unhooking her bra.

Klautz stared at her lecherously as she unpacked herself as if she were his gift. The slipping bra over her breasts gave her an erotic touch.

"Beautiful as always," Klautz smirked.

But he was only met with Verona's scoff.

"Don't make fun of me. All you want is to get in my pants."

"So? Is that wrong? You are mine anyway."

"That's true but…"

Verona sighed. She felt a bit disappointed as she was expecting Klautz to say something else.

'I give up.'

She shook her head as she tossed her clothes aside only to have her attention back at his little brother.

'How do they do that again?'

She took her racks in both of her hands and brought them closer to his member. As she got closer the meat rod sunk inside her groove wrapping it up in the world of flesh and love.

"Ugh," Klautz grunted.