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

It got stuck in Fisk's leg.

Successfully stabilized his body.

But this also put his feet on Fisk's arms.

The whole body was also closer to Fisk.

Mrs. Stacy had a smile on her lips. She was originally stitching the wound on Fisk's back, but suddenly she gently bit Fisk's earlobe and held it gently in her mouth. Her saliva slowly stained Fisk's ear, making Fisk's body tremble uncontrollably. But not long after, she slowly raised her head and continued the work in her hands.

It was just a long leg, but it began to slide back and forth along the outside of Fisk's thigh.

Fisk felt a flame burning in his body.

This is not curing diseases and saving lives, this is simply killing people!

Mrs. Stacy still didn't wear stockings though.

But smooth skin is more pleasant than the silky feeling.

“Are you feeling better?

My patient?

"Much better!"

Fisk reached out and pressed Mrs. Stacy's toes, like playing with a puppet. He pressed gently, and his thumb kept drawing circles back and forth in the center of Mrs. Stacy's foot.

This gave Mrs. Stacy an indescribable feeling.

Mrs. Stacy couldn't continue the movements of her hands.

She let out a soft moan.

Gwen was walking slowly into the garage, and when she heard the voice, her expression suddenly froze.

She shook her ears and listened carefully to the sound coming from there.

Mrs. Stacy pursed her lips gently.

After humming softly a few times.

He tapped Fisk's head with his hand.

She said unhappily, "You look quite energetic, but don't touch me. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it in your current state."

Mrs. Stacy was a little overwhelmed.

But she completely forgot that she was the one who took the initiative first.

Why have you turned your back on me now?

Fisk had a smile on his face and ignored Mrs. Stacy's threats.

On the contrary, Mrs. Stacy is now pretending to block it.

She became excited and gently pinched the edge of her skirt and rolled it upwards.

Then he stretched out his hand and squeezed it twice hard.

His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Stacy's face.

Trying to see something Fisk wanted to see on her face!

"Uh-huh...what are you doing, I already told you...mmmm!"

Fisk squeezed it so hard.

Mrs. Stacy couldn't help but let out a sound again.

She reached out and grasped Fisk's arm, squeezing it gently.

Then he stared at Fisk with his soft eyes and said, "I told you not to touch me, bastard."

"I didn't do anything reckless, I did it in an orderly and planned manner!"

Fisk chuckled and started to argue.

Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes again.

But it didn't stop him.

Gwen listened outside and her face turned red.

She looked over and saw that the cubicle door was locked.

After a moment's hesitation, he turned his head towards the ceiling above.

Look at the gap between the ceiling and the cubicle.

She nodded secretly.

With a light leap, he stood on his ceiling.

My feet were stuck tightly to the ceiling, as if they were welded with a layer of glue.

She slowly moved towards the gap.

Suddenly, he saw Fisk, who was covered in blood, and his mother, who was wrapped around Fisk like a water snake.

Gwen's eyes immediately widened.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

And... a strong curiosity.

Fisk buried his face in her hair, greedily breathing in the mature fragrance.

The palm slowly floats up.

"Please help me, I feel like I'm about to burn."

"How can I help?" Mrs. Stacy blinked her eyes, with a weird smile on her lips. She licked her lips gently, and saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth.

"That's up to you, attending physician."

“Well, I’m not polite.

It’s so late, it’s time for a midnight snack.”

Mrs. Stacy was about to make a move, but Fisk seemed to have noticed something and held her back.

Point your head toward the ceiling above you.

"Who is it, who is there?"

When I got out of the cubicle, there was nothing outside.

Maybe, it's an illusion.

But Fisk didn't notice that Gwen was stuck tightly on the car next to him.

"What's wrong."

"It's okay, it's just an illusion."

"Then why don't you come over quickly?"

Chapter 45: The truth about coming to this world?

For some unknown reason, small raindrops suddenly began to fall from the sky.

There was a faint red light flickering in the sky. It was clearly getting brighter, but I couldn't feel any warmth from the morning sun.

Mrs. Stacy and Fisk huddled on the front porch of the villa.

The narrow porch could not accommodate two people at all, so Gwen, who stuck her head out from the roof, could see everything clearly. She blinked her big eyes and clung to the roof tiles like a gecko.

"Next time, if you are injured so badly, don't come to me." Mrs. Stacy turned her wrist and wiped the corner of her mouth with a gauze scarf, but she still felt that it was not clean enough, so she licked it with her tongue, "I don't want to collect your body!"

"Okay!" Fisk gently lifted up Mrs. Stacy's long hair, "Don't worry, I won't be so embarrassed next time."

"You'd better be like this!" Mrs. Stacy gently approached Fisk, smelling the faint scent coming from him, and said reluctantly: "Are you free next week?"

"what happened?"

"I'm going to France to attend a medical conference...but Gwen has to attend a parent-teacher conference. Can you go there for me?"

"Ah?" Fisk said with a strange look on his face, "Where's Chief George?"

"Him? I don't count on him." Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes and said in a very strange tone, "I think it's incredible that he can live to retirement.

I don’t expect anything else.”

Mrs. Stacy smiled suddenly.

Suddenly she kissed Fisk on the lips. In just a few seconds, she changed several kissing positions.

Fisk felt Mrs. Stacy's kiss, and gently lowered his head to swallow the sweet taste on his lips into his stomach.

A dreamlike feeling gradually spread throughout his body, and that feeling made Fisk intoxicated.

"Hmmmm...how does it taste?"

"It tastes great!"

"Really? But even a tiger won't eat its own cubs!"

"That sounds weird!"

"Well!"

Mrs. Stacy moaned charmingly again, and her body couldn't help but go limp again. Fortunately, Fisk held her tightly, otherwise, she would have fallen directly to the ground like a ball of mud.

She didn't show any resistance.

Instead, she devoted all her heart and soul to the man in front of her, allowing Fisk to do whatever he wanted to her.

Hissing saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Mrs. Stacy would occasionally let out a few low moans with rapid breathing, making the originally cold air and temperature in the early morning gradually become warm because of the ambiguity.

Fisk responded passionately, and it was unknown how long it lasted before Fisk stopped his attack on Mrs. Stacy.

His fiery gaze stared at her slightly opened eyes, which were filled with unspeakable shame. She was as weak as water and gently reached out to pound Fisk's chest, "Let's go, it will be dawn soon!"

"Okay, be careful and don't forget to call me if anything happens."