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

Mrs. Stacy lowered her head, a gleam of humiliation flashing in her eyes: "But didn't you take the initiative to put your hand on my leg just now? Did you lose your memory, or did I lose my memory? Or, are we both losing our memory, what do you think, Mr. Fisk?"

Not only were Mrs. Stacy's stockings extremely thin, but even her sky blue dress was frighteningly thin, especially when she was being looked down upon by such a beautiful woman at such a close distance. The two inverted jade bowls revealed their snow-white bottoms and the light black lace edges covered with wonderful patterns!

Fisk could even feel it.

The heat continued to erupt from Mrs. Stacy.

This thrilling scene was hard for Fisk to resist.

Fisk's breathing also became heavier.

His throat continued to move, and Fisk stretched out his hands and hugged Mrs. Stacy's waist.

With a slight force, he almost lifted Mrs. Stacy's entire body onto his chest, which was as hard as steel.

The two people pressed tightly together.

Even through the soft sky blue dress.

Fisk could also feel that indescribable feeling at this moment.

Although, this is not the first time I have felt this way.

However, Fisk was still immersed in it.

He lay slightly sideways on the cushion.

The palm slid down along Mrs. Stacy's perfect body curve, little by little.

A soft and boneless waist, exaggeratedly full buttocks, full of flesh but not losing the necessary firmness. She has a full sense of flesh, but without losing any firmness. In comparison, Fisk always feels that Mrs. Stacy is more beautiful than before.

He was reluctant to let go of his hand.

I wish we could stick together forever!

This sky blue dress made Mrs. Stacy's entire figure look like a gourd, and Fisk felt the blood in his body begin to accelerate rapidly.

"Ok!"

Mrs. Stacy squinted her eyes, moved her body gently in Fisk's arms, bit her lips, and a faint sound came out of Mrs. Stacy's mouth. It was so subtle that if you didn't listen carefully you would think it was a mosquito flying around.

Mrs. Stacy's eyes were also entangled with strands of love, like hair, and they were about to drip with water. She reached out and held Fisk's hand, slowly reaching for the transparent flesh-colored stockings.

Fisk had no intention of resisting, and he wouldn't resist.

There was a fierce quarrel in the distance.

It seemed like someone had an argument over a parking space.

Fisk's heart began to pound.

You have to know that when facing a group of zombies.

Even Fisk's heart didn't beat so fast.

This feeling was particularly strange, as if I was afraid that outsiders would discover what was happening in the car at this moment.

Following the guidance of Mrs. Stacy's small hands, she moved on her plump legs.

Every inch forward, or centimeter back.

The excitement in your heart will increase.

Slowly, Fisk felt that he had come to the abyss, and from the abyss, hot air was continuously spraying out, as if there was a red dragon covered with red scales living in it, continuously spraying blazing flames, making the temperature high enough to burn people to death rippling in every piece of air.

Fisk had lost some of his mind and no longer cared whether people outside saw him.

Now he just wanted to drive away the red dragon that was spewing flames.

Along the sky blue skirt, the dragon-slaying action is carried out.

Suddenly Fisk was stunned and looked at Mrs. Stacy in disbelief. In public, the director of a private hospital, a wealthy woman worth over tens of millions of dollars, was not wearing any underwear!

Unspeakable emotions continued to impact Fisk's heart.

He never expected it.

Mrs. Stacy had actually let go so much.

The noise in the distance became even more intense.

Some black people appeared from nowhere.

Started helping a white man teach his companions who were on the opposite side.

Their noise became increasingly harsh.

And more and more people are coming.

It was even slowly walking towards the dark corner where Fisk and the others were.

Mrs. Stacy heard a noise coming from outside.

My body couldn't help but tremble.

It seemed that Mrs. Stacy did not care about being seen as she said. She was still nervous, but in this nervousness, Mrs. Stacy did not move.

Still holding Fisk tightly.

Fisk naturally wouldn't spoil the fun.

The dragon-slaying operation is in full swing.

Mrs. Stacy placed her arm behind Fisk's neck and gently pulled Fisk's head down while climbing her body upward.

It felt like a person who fell into the water and wanted to climb ashore.

But you need to climb on another person.

Moreover, if you don’t pay any attention to your actions, you may drown others.

Only after Fisk's upper body was pressed down by Mrs. Stacy did Mrs. Stacy stop for a moment, slowly resting her head on the side of Fisk's cheek, listening to the quarrel outside the window, and softly said, "Asshole, what are you doing, asshole?"

Fisk gasped and looked at her.

The sides of her cheeks were all covered with Mrs. Stacy's drool.

He greedily sniffed the scent of Madam Stacy, which only a mature woman could have. The fragrance was fragrant. "Madam Stacy, please don't disturb me. I am a righteous warrior. I want to enter the dragon's lair, kill the dragon, and loot all the gold coins in the lair."

Mrs. Stacy had a strange smile on her face.

The hand that was stroking Fisk's back was pulled out directly, and gently placed on Fisk's face, with a sweet smile on her face, looking extremely charming: "It turns out that you are not a bastard, but the warrior in the fairy tale who killed the dragon and saved the princess!"

Looking at Mrs. Stacy who was so close.

He pressed his nose against her cheek.

She said seriously, "No, you are wrong, Mrs. Stacy. I killed the dragon not to save the princess, but to save the queen. A country can have a second princess, but can only have one queen. And, the princess is more childish, I still prefer a mature and coquettish queen."

"So where are you at now?"

Fisk's throat twitched.

Suddenly he stopped talking as if he sensed something.

Mrs. Stacy's face flashed with deep shyness. She lowered her head and said, "It seems... the warrior has been defeated by the dragon."

"It's not the warrior's fault. The creature living in the dragon's nest may not be a giant dragon, but a female sea monster that has lived for a thousand years. The warrior was indeed defeated this time, but he will definitely win next time!"

Mrs. Stacy's charming smile became more intense. She gently stroked Fisk's chin with her hand, "But in fairy tales, sirens are not necessarily all bad. There are also good sirens, and some sirens will even help passing fishermen. Even if they are seriously injured, they will recover as before... Am I right?"

"It seems so."

"Do you need me to help you recover?

warrior!"

Mrs. Stacy raised the corner of her lips slightly, her eyebrows were as charming as silk, her teeth lightly bit her bright red lips, and her every frown and smile, even in the darkness, attracted Fisk's heart.

Fisk was about to agree.

Gunshots were heard in the distance.

Two gangs who were arguing in the distance actually drew their guns and shot at each other.

Fisk grabbed Mrs. Stacy.

She was protected under the car door.

Mrs. Stacy did not hesitate, she started the car and rushed towards the exit not far away.

She thought someone was trying to assassinate Fisk, so she ran away without hesitation.

Fisk looked at the two gangs exchanging fire behind him.

I cursed fiercely in my heart.

Then he shook his head.

New York was instigated by Fisk.

Coupled with the complete withdrawal of Irish forces, it has become a powder keg.

Many small gang members and outside forces want to come in and get a piece of the pie.

This is a bad thing.

But it's also a good thing.

At least, Fisk will have enough time to fish in troubled waters and develop his own underworld empire.

It’s just a pity that today, this dragon slayer game will probably come to an end for the time being.

However, there is still a long way to go!

Chapter 56 I didn’t open the door on purpose, I didn’t see anything.

"Go up and find Helen, and tell her that I introduced her.

She is my college classmate!"

Mrs. Stacy was cleaning the liquid on the seat with a tissue. When she saw Fisk's smirk, she snorted coldly, knowing that he was making fun of her. "When you see Helen later, don't look around. I will ask Helen later. If I find you looking around, don't expect to see me again!"

As she said that, she threw the heart on the holder to Fisk, and at the same time, she straightened her sky blue dress with disgust. Looking at the large patches of wet marks on the dress, her teeth were about to break: "You are a damn bastard... I'm waiting for you in the car, but don't make me wait too long, I have to catch a plane tonight... Why do you look like this, have you forgotten what I told you?"

"Catching a plane..." I remembered immediately.