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

Gradually, Mrs. Stacy's resistance became less resolute.

Her curses gradually faded, and the anger and despair in her eyes were replaced by a strange greed.

Mrs. Stacy's body stopped squirming.

Her eyes became blurred and intoxicated, as if she was completely immersed in this forbidden pleasure, enjoying Fisk's violation and forgetting her previous resistance.

"Asshole, can't you see I'm on the phone?"

Mrs. Stacy's tone was extremely charming, and on her angelic face, two completely opposite expressions of shyness and enjoyment merged into one, creating a huge contrast.

Fisk couldn't hold back any longer and kissed her directly.

Mrs. Stacy's eyes widened instantly, revealing a hint of unexpected shyness.

Her cheeks were instantly dyed with a bright blush like the sunset, which spread from her cheeks to her ears, as if to ignite her whole body.

She bit her lips lightly, her eyes full of anticipation, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like two frightened butterflies.

She stopped pushing Fisk and slowly closed her eyes and put her arms around Fisk's neck.

Her lips, Mrs. Stacy, trembled slightly, as if she were expressing the emotions that had been suppressed deep in her heart for a long time since she came to Europe.

Her breathing became faster and hotter.

Intertwined with Fisk's breathing.

Mrs. Stacy's body also gradually became soft.

She nestled completely in Fisk's arms, her original shy expression completely replaced as she immersed herself in the deep kiss, unable to extricate herself.

Fisk could clearly feel Mrs. Stacy's shyness.

The two of them have already been an old couple.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.

But why did Mrs. Stacy do this?

Just now.

Fisk suddenly felt that something was wrong with his feet.

Looking down, he realized that Louise had already gone under the table without him noticing.

She was wearing an extremely revealing maid outfit. The dress was so short that it could barely cover her hips and could only barely cover her key parts. The hem of her skirt was embellished with hollow lace, which revealed the luster of her skin and added a bit of alluring temptation.

The neckline of her top was incredibly low, revealing her plump breasts that seemed almost to be popping out, revealing a large area of ​​her fair skin. The white apron was tied around her waist, which was so thin that it seemed like it would break if bent, tightly outlining her graceful curves.

At this moment, he was kissing Fisk's toes devoutly.

Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were full of flattery and obsession, as if she had lost all her sanity.

Her lips brushed lightly over the slightly sweaty skin.

Then, Louise saw that Fisk did not resist at all.

Then I began to move upwards little by little along the clear outlines of blood vessels and bones.

Her hands tightly hugged Fisk's calves, her nails almost digging into the flesh, and her slender finger joints turned white due to the force. Her arms trembled slightly, revealing the tension and anxiety that she was trying hard to suppress.

Although she still had a flattering smile on her face, her clasped hands revealed her true feelings.

A glimmer of resistance flashed across her eyes for a moment, but it was quickly covered up by deep fear and helplessness.

Her breathing was rapid and disordered, and every inhalation and exhalation seemed like an inner battle.

Her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was trying hard to suppress the cry that was about to come out.

In fact, she was not as submissive as she appeared to be. Deep down in her heart, she was struggling fiercely.

On the one hand, she feared Fisk.

On the other hand, her self-esteem and moral bottom line were constantly fighting, trying to get her out of this humiliating situation.

This inner conflict made her extremely miserable, but she could only continue to pretend to be obedient, sinking deeper and deeper into this dark abyss.

Fisk's lips curled up into a smug smile, and he stretched out his hand to Louise's hair, his fingers first gently touching the edge of the silky soft yet slightly messy hair.

Then, his fingers slowly sank into the thick hair, starting from the ends and moving upwards little by little.

Fisk's fingers gently brushed through her hair, as if feeling the texture and temperature of each strand, pressing her scalp, bringing a faint tingling sensation.

Fisk gradually increased the strength of his grip on Louise's hair, holding it tightly and pulling it hard, forcing Louise's head to tilt higher.

The feeling of her hair being grabbed hurt Louise, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan in her throat.

But he didn't dare to resist at all.

Instead, he kissed Fisk's instep even harder.

The sounds coming out of his mouth are even more flattering and fawning, and extremely humble.

Fisk tangled the soft hair around his fingers and admired the face of the Original Vampire.

His eyes were filled with the satisfaction of conquest.

Enjoy the feeling of being in control of everything.

Fisk finally understood why Mrs. Stacy was nervous.

It turns out that there are other people here besides them.

"How about this gift I gave you?" Mrs. Stacy's lips were filled with an overflowing smile, a smile that was wanton and ostentatious, as if it carried a kind of pride after success.

Her head was pressed tightly against Fisk's chest, like a docile yet cunning cat. But her eyes were full of mockery as she looked at Louise, who was kneeling on the ground. Her eyes were like cold arrows, shooting straight at Louise.

Mrs. Stacy held out her slender fingers.

The fingers were slender and white, like carefully carved jade.

She pointed at the extremely seductive maid uniform, her voice was a bit frivolous and teasing, "I picked this specifically for you. Look at the delicate lace, the extremely short skirt, and the low-cut design. Doesn't it show her aristocratic style to the fullest?

Humph, I put a lot of thought into it.

Just so you can enjoy this special gift."

Her tone rose slightly, and every word was like a sharp nail, piercing Louise's heart. Her eyes swept back and forth over Louise, full of disdain and contempt, as if she was appreciating a good show she had directed.

Fisk didn't say anything, but there was a strange smile on his face.

However, his physical movements had already revealed it. His chest rose and fell violently, his breathing became heavy and rapid, and his tense muscles seemed to be telling of the suppressed desires in his heart.

Mrs. Stacy looked down greedily, her eyes like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, full of desire and impatience.

There was fanaticism in her eyes, as if she could see through everything through the clothes.

Her nostrils twitched slightly, as if she was feeling the faint scent in the air.

She swallowed unconsciously in her throat.

It was as if I had sensed something enchanting.

However, there is no rush.

Instead, he gave Louise an order: "What are you doing?

Come here, bitch, I want to repay you well."

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Gwen dodged it somewhat awkwardly.

The cyclone that brushed past his cheek made a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to tear everything apart.

Jason's mask was originally covered with cracks when it was designed, and as the cyclone passed by, several more tiny cracks appeared on the mask.

She couldn't help but feel a little bitter.

Today was her first day as a street hero, and she hadn't told anyone.

She wanted to prove to Fisk what she was capable of.

She had just passed over the roof and did not notice anything unusual below.

But this man appeared out of nowhere.

Just start taking action without further ado.

This originally made Gwen very excited, as she wanted to show off her strength.

Originally, Gwen thought that the other party was no match for her.

However, he did not expect that his momentary carelessness would make the situation become so passive.

This guy not only has superb fighting skills.

Surprisingly, it can also release strange and imperceptible energy waves.

If it weren't for her spider sense, she would have fallen to the ground seriously injured.

She bit her lip, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes.

But also more angry.

"Damn bastard, if Mr. Fisk knew how useless I was, he would definitely not like me anymore."

Dong Zhang, who was standing opposite him, also felt that the situation was very difficult.

Gwen is agile and has quick reflexes.

Although the attack just now made her a little embarrassed, she always managed to avoid the fatal blow at the critical moment.

Although, Gwen was no match for her in terms of martial arts skills.

However, Dong Zhang couldn't do anything to Gwen just by relying on his amazing speed and strong spider sense.

The two of them were in a stalemate, and neither could gain a clear advantage.

Just when both sides were in a stalemate and neither could do anything to the other.

Dong Zhang's teammate, Terry Bogard, arrived at the scene.

This Bajiquan fighter is tall, with tight muscles, and his eyes reveal a chilling majesty.

As soon as Terry joined the battle, the situation changed instantly.

His boxing was fierce and powerful, and each move carried an overwhelming force, as if it could completely crush all obstacles in front of it.