Chapter 116 Entering Mrs. Isabel's Life

"what?"

Mrs. Isabel was stunned for a moment when she heard this, so she asked.

But her soft and round body involuntarily moved towards the direction of the shop owner.

She was wearing suspender stockings, her thighs were plump and her calves were tight. The black stockings were stretched on the soles of her feet, stepping on the blanket beside the bed.

Isabel's posture was so breathtakingly beautiful that it seemed to make Droste's heart skip a beat at that moment.

"It's okay, Isabel, don't think so much."

Droste smiled somewhat narrowly, put his arms around Mrs. Isabel and bumped into her soft body.

He took two deep breaths, inhaling Mrs. Isabel's body scent completely into his lungs.

It’s even better than Rick’s e-cigarette.

“Even if you smell this smell a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times.”

"Every time I hold you in my arms, I feel very excited."

As if he hadn't said those boring words, Droste was very devotedly hugging Mrs. Isabel's waist and moving dishonestly.

"Well……"

When Mrs. Isabel heard these words, her peach blossom eyes were filled with ripples and she looked at Droste lovingly.

Her voice was as sticky as honey: "Little shopkeeper, please stop joking around... You only know how to say happy things to coax me every day..."

"How could that be? I always tell the truth."

Droste put his arms around Mrs. Isabel's head, buried his head in her neck, and took two deep breaths.

"Isabelle smells so good, can you give me one of your clothes, Isabelle?"

"Ok?"

Mrs. Isabel looked at him with some confusion and asked curiously, "Clothes, why do you want my clothes?"

"And you have to explain what you just said clearly before I consider your question~"

While speaking in a somewhat coquettish tone, Mrs. Isabel reached out and gently pinched Droste's thigh.

"Ouch, it hurts, I can't stand steadily..."

Droste's thighs trembled slightly, and he threw Mrs. Isabel directly onto the bed, and their eyes met.

A sly smile on his face.

"Because if I want Isabel's clothes, I can smell Isabel's scent every day."

“And I can sleep more peacefully.”

Droste said with a smile, pointing to the head of his bed, where there was an empty pillow.

It seems a bit desolate.

"Well... then... then little shopkeeper, tell me what you just said~"

Mrs. Isabel felt the amazing heat coming from Droste and struggled to unbutton her clothes to dissipate the heat.

Otherwise it is too hot. I have sweated a lot, and the sweat is sticky and very uncomfortable.

With a gentle flick, Mrs. Isabel's skin was exposed.

The delicate and shiny skin, and the feeling of being moistened after a bath, filled Droste's sight.

"Of course you can tell Isabel, but did Mrs. Isabel agree to what happened just now?"

Sensing Mrs. Isabel's needs, Droste gently soothed her heart.

This very effective technique also made Isabel hum very softly.

"Hey..."

"You won't tell me, Miss Isabel..."

Mrs. Isabel, who couldn't stand being teased, blushed all over, and her peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with water and were wet.

"Promise...promise you."

Mrs. Isabel blinked and looked at the man in front of her, and suddenly she felt inexplicably happy.

I have clearly given all my belongings to the shop owner, and I clearly belong to him completely...

He was actually so interested in his clothes and would ask for things from him like a child.

Although Mrs. Isabel didn't know much about psychology or the reasons for dependence, she could feel it very clearly.

The feeling that Droste valued her and that she was important made her feel deeply moved and overwhelmed the moment she felt it.

Drost nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "Isabelle is so gentle. I must learn from her gentleness."

As he spoke of softness, Droste also acted softly.

"No...no..."

Mrs. Isabel cooperated by leaning her body forward so that Droste's hands would not be inconvenient to perform his kung fu.

"Hmm...very gentle."

Droste also tried his best to hug the beauty in front of him tightly, feeling Mrs. Isabel's cooperation, and the momentary comfort made him speak freely.

Imagine a gentle and frail wife, with infinite tenderness and longing, cooperating with you in everything, as long as she has it and as long as you need it.

Then your wife will satisfy all your requirements, tolerate all your shortcomings, give and take, and make selfless contributions.

Oh f*ck! Is there anything more pleasurable than this?

At least for now, Droste, immersed in the gentle swamp of Mrs. Isabel, could not think of anything else.

"What did the shopkeeper just say...what did he mean...ah...ha..."

Mrs. Isabel was about to ask when she was interrupted by Droste's spell.

He was already like a snow-white lamb, except that the plump long legs that were stuck to Droste's waist were still wearing the battle robes that it should have.

Those long garter stockings.

"Since Isabel wants to know so much, I will mercifully tell you."

Then Droste lowered his head and rubbed it gently on Mrs. Isabel's garter stockings. Then, as Mrs. Isabel exclaimed, he gently grabbed the tender flesh at the edge of the tempting sock cuffs.

The tender and elastic thigh meat is really sweet and soft like pudding.

"That's what it means, I'll kill you... I'll buy everything."

Droste continued to speak and move, gently pushing Mrs. Isabel's body forward.

Then he reached out and tore a window into Mrs. Isabel's heart through the pair of black suspender stockings.

Fortunately, my physical fitness has improved, otherwise it wouldn’t be so easy.

Before this wonderful thing happened, Droste secretly complained in his heart, and then broke into Mrs. Isabel's life.

Only enter Mrs. Isabel's body and also enter Mrs. Isabel's life.

"Um……"

Mrs. Isabel also breathed softly, opened her mouth slightly, and gave Droste the most sincere cheers of encouragement.

"Um……"

……

Droste leaned on the edge of his bed, gently held Mrs. Isabel's wrist, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The light golden hair was completely wet, and strands of it stuck to Mrs. Isabel's forehead, adding a touch of charm and powerlessness to her.

"A wife who can be manipulated like this is also very attractive..."

Drost couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and gently kissed Mrs. Isabel on the forehead.

"Hmph... the little shop owner only knows how to make people happy. He's always smooth-talking, as if he were covered in honey."

Mrs. Isabel smiled sweetly, but she uttered a little coquettish words.

"You, I should have used what you said and went to the dessert shop to make candy."

"Huh? Why?"

Droste looked up from Mrs. Isabel with some doubt, and couldn't help but admire her broad mind.

"Hmm... well... because the shopkeeper's words are sweeter than all the sugar I've ever seen in the world~"

As she spoke, Mrs. Isabel came forward and gently pecked the shop owner's lips, with a breath of youth.

The strong smell made Mrs. Isabel feel a little moved and her body trembled slightly.

I like it very much...I like the little shop owner very much...

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