Then Carlos reached into his pocket, pulling out a red lace panty.
He stared. Memories of his head buried in between her legs made his eyes darken.
He folded the panties in his fist. He shut his eyes and sighed.
"What is wrong with me?"
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After getting the girl into safety, Carlos decided to let her get calm under his watch. Perhaps he could get more information about Makoto from her.
And as for the meeting, he hoped he'd find out who the whisperer was.
The back door creaked open. Kyla stepped out in a swimming suit but paused at the sight of him.
Her expression turned into a displeased one. Carlos frowned when she rolled her eyes.
Her action made his jaw tick, but he returned his attention to his system. She wasn't his after all, or else that would have earned her a punis
