Droste's movements were slow and steady, as if he was tireless, which made Mrs. Isabel unbearable.

From time to time, a few suppressed and dull gasps emanated from Mrs. Isabel's throat, bringing a bit of life to this small fitting room.

"It smells so good. Did Isabel use any perfume? This smell... really whets my appetite."

Droste sighed, and sniffed and kissed Mrs. Isabel's ears, cheeks, and neck, greedily demanding the scent, as if he wanted to absorb all the scent into his nasal cavity.

"Of course, I don't mean eating Miss Elf."

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Isabel's eyes were charming and her gaze was almost distracted.

"Because it smells so good, I have to taste it more."

Drost smiled, and one of his hands slid down her smooth thigh, all the way to her soft buttocks, hugging and squeezing it with varying degrees of force.

"No way." Isabel gently pushed him back, but the movement was not large.

Feeling the tenderness overflowing between my fingers, it is so soft and smooth.

"Don't say things like that...keep your voice down."

Mrs. Isabel could hardly hold on any longer. She leaned her hands against the wall, speaking in a tender tone and breathing rapidly.

This feeling of being completely unable to control herself made Mrs. Isabel very intoxicated, just like she had drunk too much elf wine from another world, the more she drank, the more tipsy and confused she became.

I couldn't tell where I was or what feedback my body was giving me.

"It's okay. Isn't this the feeling Isabel has been looking for? So... it should be okay to make a louder noise. Besides - isn't this all Isabel's own will? She even quietly dragged me in."

Droste glanced outside through the door and did not notice anyone coming this way. Moreover, the fitting room happened to be in the corner of the clothing store, which could easily block the attention of people entering the store.

"So... we should have a little more, what do you think, Mrs. Isabel?"

Drost felt a little tired of standing, smiled slightly, and walked a few steps in the fitting room.

However, the area of ​​the fitting room was indeed too small, and two people could only turn around slightly, and could not do anything else.

That kind of narrow environment looks very cramped, and there is a feeling of being hit by a wall everywhere, and there is a slight sense of restraint.

"Well……"

Mrs. Isabel was so stimulated by this that she could not stand steadily. Her upper body bent forward involuntarily and she put her hands against the wooden board of the fitting room. However, her legs were tightly pulled by Droste. Droste's warm and powerful hands did not allow her to move at all.

"Keep your voice down. You can do whatever you want with the rest, but don't get caught, okay?"

Mrs. Isabel's low pleading, her flushed face, messy hair, and her soft body that was easy to push down, only aroused Droste's evil taste even more.

Not only did he get closer to Isabel, he also gently patted her white legs.

"Ugh! Droste! Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the people outside... wuwuwu."

"Be careful, okay!"

Mrs. Isabel suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did she bring Drostra in?
This feeling of wanting to leave but being completely reluctant to do so filled Mrs. Isabel's heart. Every time they separated and reunited, there was a lingering feeling.

"Okay, okay. I'll be more careful. Come on, Isabelle."

Droste responded that he was well aware of this, allowing Mrs. Isabel to hold on until the last moment.

Looking at the reluctant expression on Mrs. Isabel's face, I actually knew that Mrs. Isabel was enjoying it very much.

He smiled slightly, his eyes fell on Isabel's legs, and he reached out his hand. "Um... young shopkeeper, don't make such a fuss."

Mrs. Isabel's face turned red all the way to her ears. This way of lifting legs was too new for her. As a conservative elf lady, she had never experienced this before.

"This is not called making trouble, this is a very normal action. Isabel will know if she exercises more often."

Droste was holding half of Mrs. Isabel's body.

"Where... is there such a way to exercise?"

Mrs. Isabel suppressed her shame and looked down at the ground. One of her feet was completely suspended in the air, held by Droste's strong arms. The strong arms did not move at all, giving people an overwhelming sense of security.

Moving slowly, Droste's eyes remained pure. He looked at Mrs. Isabel and said with a smile in his voice.

"That's the posture in yoga. Mrs. Isabel, you must know it. If you practice more, you will know how to do it."

"Um... this."

Mrs. Isabel was too busy to reply, and could only hum and moan.

"Oh, that's right. Mrs. Isabel's figure doesn't even need yoga. It's already so flexible."

As Drost said this teasingly, he put his arm around Mrs. Isabel's waist and helped her lift her legs higher.

"For a beginner like me, I still need to find more points to exert force."

"Will this hurt?"

Droste reached out a hand and gently touched the angle of the leg, feeling the stretching of the ligaments there.

"If it hurts, tell me, don't force it."

"If you don't use the right force, you'll strain your muscles."

Droste's gentle voice sounded, and Isabel nodded silently. Her heart was filled with excitement at Droste's actions. She pursed her lips in excitement and spoke in a low and charming voice.

"It doesn't hurt. I'm fine."

"Oh?" Mrs. Isabel's explicit words aroused Droste's interest.

"You don't look tired at all, Isabel. You even have time to say something harsh."

Droste gradually leaned forward, supporting himself.

Droste's actions made Mrs. Isabel almost make a tiny sound, but the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile.

The two of them were warm and sweet.

After a while, Droste supported Mrs. Isabel and put his arm around her waist.

Mrs. Isabel also tried her best to turn her upper body and offered her sweet kiss.

The two of them indulged in the taste of each other's bodies, greedy and without restraint.

"Miss Isabel?"

Suddenly, Phoenix's voice was heard outside the fitting room. Her voice sounded normal and pure. (End of this chapter)