Chapter 245 Isabel, as Delicate as a Girl
Mrs. Isabel stood in front of Droste, her face slightly flushed, like the sunset reflected on the calm lake, revealing a gentle and subtle beauty.

Just like a work of art, one cannot help but handle it with care and touch it gently.

"Well, Mrs. Isabel's face is very red." Droste gently stroked Isabel's face. The elf lady's skin was as smooth as ever.

She obviously no longer looks like a young girl, nor does she have the personality of a young girl, but her skin is so smooth, elastic and shiny that even a girl of seventeen or eighteen would not have such a beautiful skin.

"Hmm..." The fingertips had a slightly cool touch and gentle movements, causing Mrs. Isabel's delicate body to tremble again.

The movements of the fingertips were in such a complete contrast that Mrs. Isabel's heart was hanging in the air.

so comfortable...

"You...tell me...what is the solution?" Mrs. Isabel took a breath and her body could no longer help but fall onto Droste.

This early morning, from the initial dullness and repression to the complete outburst of emotions of the two people, Mrs. Isabel was exhausted.

Now this final action is just the last bit of face for the two of them.

But Mrs. Isabel still asked the question, and did not let the chaotic thoughts impact her mind.

Droste hooked his finger, slid it across a few inches of smooth skin, and then smiled slightly: "Actually, what I want is that Madam should just do a hunger marketing like she does now."

"What is hunger marketing?" asked Mrs. Isabel.

As an elf from another world, she had never heard of such a word before, and it had a very new meaning.

“That thing is just like now.”

"Now……?"

"Yes, for example, Mrs. Isabel may feel hot all over, but... I didn't give Mrs. Isabel the most comfortable feeling."

"It's Mrs. Isabel's hunger marketing... Does Mrs. Isabel understand?" The extremely seductive words came out of Droste's lips, and like plucking the strings of a guitar, the melodious little gasps came out from Mrs. Isabel's throat.

"Um..."

"Well... before I start hunger marketing in my dessert shop, can the little shop owner... give me a full meal?" Mrs. Isabel bit her nutritious food tightly. The emotions of shame and excitement in her mind kept swelling, making her body tremble slightly.

Droste, who is still teasing, is really abominable...

"Have you had a full meal..." Droste chewed on the words, with a wicked smile on his face, teasing Mrs. Isabel.

Mrs. Isabel lowered her eyebrows, like a furry little peach, with blush and sweat beads on her plump little face.

Crisp and soft, my heart beats faster.

"Then Mrs. Isabel should come to this place, because the food in our store is usually fresher and better in the morning."

Looking at the hot and passionate Droste, Mrs. Isabel's charming peach blossom eyes were so wet that they seemed to be dripping with water, drop by drop.

"Tick tock..."

"okay……"

Mrs. Isabel made a satisfied and shy sound from her nose, then slowly sat down, her plump and full body moving slowly with the movement.

Today, Mrs. Isabel was getting ready to go to work, so she wore a slim-fitting white T-shirt. Her beautiful figure was wrapped in the pure white T-shirt, which was as rich as milk, making her look very hot.

The lower body is a simple pair of hip-hugging blue jeans, which amazingly highlights her round figure.

In Drost's previous life, this outfit was called a wife's suit, which, as the name suggests, highlights the wife's temperament perfectly and attractively. Drost looked at Mrs. Isabel in front of him. Sweat had soaked through her light blonde hair and stuck to her forehead. She looked sweaty and exhausted.

But her still active posture gave people the illusion that she could hold on for a while longer.

No, it's not an illusion.

Because in her heart, Mrs. Isabel felt that they had not seen each other for a long time, so when the two met, the flame burned especially long-lastingly and fiercely.

"Mrs. Isabel is still so beautiful."

As Droste spoke, his hand slipped to Mrs. Isabel's plump thigh. The feeling of having no obstruction at all was wonderful.

Especially the thigh meat at the back, which is white, tender and elastic, like a huge piece of pudding.

Silky, delicate and soft.

If Mrs. Isabel wasn't busy, Droste would like to take a look at the plump, creamy leg meat hidden inside.

It must be sweet.

"Uh-huh..."

Mrs. Isabel's trembling voice quickly pulled Droste back, forcing him to look at Mrs. Isabel in front of him.

Tremble, tremble slightly.

Mrs. Isabel looked completely exhausted, leaning on Droste's chest and breathing heavily. Because of the sweat on her body, she exuded a rich fragrance that made the room even more fragrant.

Her heart was beating so fast that Mrs. Isabel felt as if her heart was in her throat, as if it would jump out at any second.

"Plop, plop..." Mrs. Isabel's blood was rushing and her breathing was extremely disordered.

Droste wiped the sweat off her face, bent down and kissed Mrs. Isabel's lips, with a faint scent of her ladyship.

"Welcome, we hope you will buy some breakfast next time."

Mrs. Isabel was completely exhausted. Her rosy lips slightly parted, and she looked back at Droste with deep affection.

Those peach blossom eyes were already soaked with water, staring closely at Droste's eyes.

After all, shame and excitement were wrapped up in the blazing love, and were transmitted to Droste from Mrs. Isabel's eyes.

"it is good……"

Mrs. Isabel replied.

……

The two chatted for a while. As it was getting late, Mrs. Isabel quickly took a shower and ran to her dessert shop, while Droste rested on his bed, waiting for the morning sun to become warmer.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls on the floor, creating mottled shadows. The light jumps in every corner of the room, bringing warmth and vitality to the sleeping room.

In such morning light, Droste packed his things and walked towards school with Phoenix.

Boring classes always end so quickly.

　Very stuck, very stuck, very stuck, there is no plot to write
　　
　
(End of this chapter)