Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Lester sniffed around and asked, "Is the smell really strong?"

"It's not that serious, but you can already endorse a disinfectant company!" Fisk heard the roar coming from a distance and turned his head.

A black sports car passed through the street, with a blonde beauty sitting in the car. She was wearing a sky blue dress and her golden hair was flickering in the air, like a star who had walked out of a movie screen.

She saw Fisk, pressed her foot down hard, the engine hummed, and immediately rushed over here like a hungry beast.

Her golden hair fluttered in the wind, making her look even more mysterious and attractive. Passersby on the roadside couldn't help but look at her sideways.

As the car continued to accelerate, the air gradually became heavier, and the roaring sound continued to spew out from the engine, like a rushing waterfall, splashing towards the rear.

But she didn't care at all. Instead, she smiled slightly, looking particularly charming. She gently shook her head and tossed her hair back, as if she was using the power of the wind to attract more people's attention.

The rising sun jumped out of the horizon, and the car's tires drew a flame-like light on the ground. Time became extremely slow. The car shuttled through the streets, making the trees and buildings on the roadside shake constantly as it sped beside it.

"Shh!"

Lester whistled frivolously.

But after seeing clearly who was coming.

He looked a little strange.

It was Mrs. Stacy who drove up.

The sports car braked quickly, and the tires rubbed against the ground rapidly, leaving two black scratches with faint white smoke.

However, the white smoke was quickly absorbed by the ground.

Or it dissipated into the air.

However, the speeding sports car still brought with it a huge impact force, bringing with it a strong gust of wind that blew towards us.

It felt like a huge truck was rushing towards us.

The strong wind blew Fisk's clothes, making a rustling sound.

"Tear~"

The brakes of the sports car also let out a terrible groan.

However, at the critical moment, the entire car successfully stopped and stopped in front of Fisker.

Mrs. Stacy took off her sunglasses, clicked her tongue, and said with a hint of provocation, "Hey, do you need a ride?

asshole?"

Mrs. Stacy simply ignored Lester who was standing beside her. Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Fisk, and her tongue slowly slid across her light pink lips.

Fisk felt as if he had been electrocuted.

Electricity flashed through my body.

My body couldn't help but tremble.

He took the glass box from Lester's hand with a smile, opened the car door sideways and said, "Okay!" He let his huge body completely fit into the narrow seat of the sports car.

"Boss, I'm going to take a rest!"

"Well, I'll call you when I get back!"

Fisk didn't have time to finish his words.

Mrs. Stacy stepped directly on the accelerator.

The next second, the sports car charged forward at the speed of thunder. The strong wind blew through the window glass and hit Fisk's face. He couldn't accept it for a moment and couldn't even open his eyes.

But soon, he slowly accepted it.

And he placed the box in his hand on the shelf behind him.

Mrs. Stacy sat in the driver's seat, the seat belt tightly outlining her sexy body under her sky blue dress.

"How is it?" Mrs. Stacy looked at Fisk sideways, "How is my new car?

I've always wanted to buy it, but I didn't have the money before. Now I finally have some money, so I can't wait to buy it!" Mrs. Stacy said as she gently turned the steering wheel. Fisker was amazed by her skilled driving skills.

And as the sports car continues to sprint forward.

The wheels hit and bounced back and forth against the big and small potholes on the ground.

Mrs. Stacy's full body wrapped in the blue dress seemed about to burst out at any time.

It was as if Mrs. Stacy could feel Fisk's gaze.

He gently reached out and pulled up the seat belt.

There is no restraint from a seat belt, let alone the fixation from a seat belt.

The surging waves continued to beat the innocent air in front of them.

Fisk looked greedily at Mrs. Stacy's delicate face. Her fingers tightly gripped the steering wheel, showing a confidence that Fisk could not ignore.

"Why? The wind is too strong. Can't you hear what I say?" Mrs. Stacy laughed gently.

Fisk stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Mrs. Stacy's cheek, "The car is nice, but it can't attract me. Compared to the sedan, I like you more!"

Fisk's words made Mrs. Stacy laugh happily. Facing Fisk's palm, she had no intention of dodging and let Fisk's palm caress her face which was a little cold from the wind.

After a while, Fisk was about to retract his finger.

Suddenly, a warm touch enveloped Fisk's fingers.

Fisk was a little stunned.

He turned his head again and looked at Mrs. Stacy in a daze as she bit her finger unconsciously.

Mrs. Stacy opened her lips slightly, and the warm saliva in her mouth soaked Fisk's fingertips, which were a little cold from the wind.

The tip of the tongue constantly slides across the fingertips, swaying back and forth over the fingerprints, while constantly inhaling and exhaling.

The heat continued to ripple in Fisk's palm.

Until every inch of Fisk's palms were covered with Mrs. Stacy's saliva, she pursed her lips to wipe away the sticky saliva and looked up at Fisk.

Fisk couldn't see clearly her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, but he could feel that Mrs. Stacy's body was trembling slightly, her lips were breathing slightly, and the faint smile on her face was simply irresistible.

Fisk's whole body was suddenly enveloped by endless heat and blazing flames.

Even so, there was a constant strong wind blowing from the front, constantly taking away Fisk's body temperature.

However, a strange feeling suddenly emerged in Fisk's heart.

The body was filled with an unknown heat.

It was as if I could no longer feel the strong wind that took away the heat, and all that remained was the thought that continued to expand deep in my brain.

"Boom!"

Mrs. Stacy spat out Fisk's finger, her face flushed slightly, and then she pressed a button on the car. The hood suddenly rose from the back and began to slowly wrap everything in the car under the black hood.

The windows were also pulled up, and the strong wind blowing in the face disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

"Why is it closed?!"

"Hehe, here, many people know me!" Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes slightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was like a fox who had succeeded in its conspiracy. "Are you comfortable?" As she spoke, Mrs. Stacy slowly adjusted her seat. Her body slowly moved back, as if she was about to lie down.

Fisk sat in the passenger seat, looking at the two legs that were originally hidden under the flesh-colored stockings gently closing.

The flesh-colored stockings were very thin, and the snow-white calves could be seen clearly through the stockings. Mrs. Stacy's legs were also very thin, and under the stockings, they looked even thinner, and the bones were particularly distinct.

At this moment, the two legs are together, looking even more slender.

Looking up along the calf, even though it was covered by the sports car seat, the plump buttocks still perfectly formed an arc that touched Fisker's heart.

Mrs. Stacy's slender waist also looked smoother in the side posture, and the high peaks on her chest, under the safe restraint of constantly changing angles, easily attracted Fisk's attention.

Although the golden hair was no longer disturbed by the howling wind.

But he continued to scratch Mrs. Stacy's white neck.

Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy's body unscrupulously. For some reason, other thoughts slowly emerged in his mind. Especially as more and more people appeared outside the car, Fisk even had some fanciful images in his mind.

He slowly stretched out a hand and slowly placed it on Mrs. Stacy's thigh wrapped in stockings, just after enjoying the smooth feel of this beautiful leg.

The feeling of touching it in your hand is like touching a piece of soft pudding, you can't let it go.

Fisk suddenly felt unwilling to stop there.

Seeing that Mrs. Stacy did not stop it.

The palms greedily began to dance on the smooth stockings.

She started to dance rhythmically.

Mrs. Stacy didn't say anything at first.

But soon the body couldn't help shaking, especially the beautiful leg in stockings that was used as a stage.

She tilted her head slightly and squinted at Fisk.

There was even a faint glow in his gaze, like the starry sky, which continued to linger in his eyes. The feeling was both mysterious and extremely gripping.

Mrs. Stacy's cheeks gradually turned red after she stiffened at first. Although she was wearing sunglasses, they could not hide her slowly reddening skin. Her golden hair and red cheeks blended together, and her face was as beautiful as a painting. Even her shameful expression exuded infinite charm.

Fisk wanted to kiss her hard and admire her up close.

This rare beauty.

Fisk's aggressive actions did not receive any resistance, so he naturally became unwilling to give up so easily.

But what he didn't expect was that Mrs. Stacy's counterattack would come so quickly.

She drove the car quickly into the underground parking lot of a building not far away, which Fisk couldn't even remember the name of.

We went straight to the innermost part of the parking lot, a place where even the ceiling lights were broken.

Then he put his arms around Fisk's neck.

Her eyes looked at Fisk eagerly, her skin was slightly flushed, and a faint fragrance continued to emanate from her mouth and nose, and rushed into Fisk's nasal cavity.

Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy, then at the figures that continued to walk past the lighted parking spaces not far away, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into an arc.

"Mrs. Stacy, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that you didn't have enough time to apply the car film on your car!"

"It's true that there is no film, but it doesn't matter." Mrs. Stacy looked at Fisk, "Just now, there was no film, but I couldn't calm your hand, right?"

"But this way, it is very likely that someone will find out."