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It was torn apart easily.

Fisk's left hand stopped just above Sister Maria's feet.

His right hand pulled back uncontrollably, and his fingertips touched her delicate toes. Before his palm could completely cover them, the touch of his fingertips and toes made Fisk's breath catch, and his whole body shivered as if he had been electrocuted.

The torn stockings were pulled apart easily.

The five round toes were slightly curled up, even the big toe which was a little swollen and deformed was curled up.

As I got closer, the faint smell of Sister Maria's feet rushed into my nose. There was no smell of sweat on her feet, nor any other smell. Instead, there was a faint herbal fragrance, and it seemed like the smell of flower petals.

In addition, there is also a smell similar to that of shower gel, plus a faint body fragrance.

It is impossible to describe it in words, except to say it is refreshing.

Fisk glanced at Sister Maria gently.

After finding out that she didn't notice anything abnormal about herself.

Fisk slowly moved closer.

Fisk sniffed the faint fragrance with his nose, which made him unable to stop.

He recalled everything he had seen not long ago when Sister Maria was sleeping.

Fisk's breathing became heavier. He stared at the soles of Sister Maria's feet in front of him and sniffed the fragrance of the soles of her feet. Fisk's whole body was filled with desire, but he suppressed the desire in his heart and just started to wipe it with the potion.

But this was unbearable for Sister Maria.

Sister Maria's body trembled, and her eyes were filled with shame.

There was something she couldn't accept about this behavior.

After all, such an action was too intimate.

Fisk's eyes caught Sister Maria's expression.

He held her legs tighter with his hands, and his other hand was completely on the back of her foot. The cotton swab on his thumb was wrapped around Sister Maria's injured thumb. Fisk tried his best to stay calm, and the faint smell slowly filled his heart.

Suddenly, Fisk lowered his head, and his nose was filled with the body fragrance of Sister Maria. He kissed the swollen thumb, and the warmth from her lips made Fisk unable to stop.

"Ugh...don't...don't do it, little Fisk!"

Sister Maria's words sobered Fisk up a little.

Fisk loosened his mouth slightly, but before leaving.

Looking at Sister Maria, Fisk felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, but it soon returned to normal.

On the surface, he said nonchalantly: "I'm sorry, Sister Maria, I can't help myself... Sorry!"

Sister Maria blushed like a tomato on a pizza.

She hummed softly and waited quietly for Fisk to bandage the wound on her foot. Then she lowered her head and wanted to stand up and walk out of the room.

"Sister Maria, do you want me to help you get back?"

"Hmm!" The voice was extremely soft.

However, Sister Maria began to frown tightly, with a tense face, gasping for breath, and said in a voice as small as a mosquito: "I want to go to the toilet, can you help me?"

After she finished speaking, her face was already radiant, and her fair skin was covered with eye-catching pink blush. She turned her head away in an incurable manner, but the shy look on her face was like red paint, lighting up her entire neck.

Fisk asked tentatively, "Maria, do you want me to go with you?"

Sister Maria turned her head and continued in a very low voice: "Yes, I...can't walk, can you help me?"

"Of course no problem, Sister Maria!" Fisk supported Maria. Her palms were delicate and smooth, and her slender fingers rested on Fisk's palms. They were cool, strong, soft and boneless, and very comfortable to hold in his hands.

But it also feels like it could completely slip away at any moment.

Fisk quickly grabbed her wrist and held her hand in his, thus completely preventing her hand from slipping out of his palm.

"Thank you, little Fisk!"

"You're welcome, Sister Maria. This is what I should do..." Although Sister Maria's feet were bandaged and she did not put on the deformed high heels, she still needed one foot to hang in the air to prevent the pain from bothering her anymore.

But it also means that she has to hop and jump forward like a rabbit.

This made her look particularly awkward, and even with Fisk's help, her feet did not touch anything, but the expression on her face and the sweat on her forehead still showed that the wound on her foot continued to emit piercing pain.

"Maria, do you want me to carry you?" Fisk made his suggestion at the right time. Sister Maria hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

At the same time, Fisk could clearly feel his palm being tightly held by Sister Maria. That feeling was like finding something to rely on that could not be given up, which made Fisk very happy.

He gently supported Fisk's body with his hands.

Sister Maria successfully climbed onto Fisk's back.

The muscles were as strong as steel and were not very comfortable. Sister Maria showed an uncomfortable expression, but she still clung to Fisk tightly.

But Fisk felt a warm body on his body, especially in the center of his back.

Fisk felt a little uneasy in his heart, and his palms touched the two smooth and tender calves. The faint body temperature was transmitted to Fisk's heart through his palms, making his heart tremble involuntarily at this moment.

Fisk walked forward slowly.

Because his strength was so great, even if he did not make any unnecessary movements, with every step he took, Sister Maria's body would still shake violently due to inertia.

Feeling the strangeness coming from behind, Fisk's movements became larger, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Sister Maria's face was as red as blood, and she kept biting her teeth in embarrassment. She tried to straighten her body, but if Fisk staggered a little when he walked, she would bump into him.

Fortunately, the distance of this road is not long.

Soon, Sister Maria was taken to the bathroom door of the next door house.

Fisk put her down, and Sister Maria went into the bathroom alone.

About ten minutes later.

There was still no movement from inside.

Fisk approached the door with some doubt and knocked.

"Sister Maria are you okay?"

There was still no sound in the room.

"Sister Maria, I'm coming in now."

Just as Fisk was about to push the door open, Sister Maria's panicked voice was heard: "I'm fine!" Then there was the rustling sound of clothes, and the sound was so close that it seemed as if there was a door between them.

But right now.

Sister Maria suddenly let out another scream.

It sounds like another accidental injury.

Although, the voice was extremely low.

But Fisk couldn't wait any longer and rushed in.

As soon as he entered, he saw Sister Maria. Her face was still a little flushed, and her hair was scattered on both sides of her cheeks. There was still some water on her cheeks, which stuck to the hair. Her eyes were also gentle, but she didn't dare to look at Fisk. With a bit of humiliation, she slowly lowered her head: "How did you get in?"

Fisk was no fool and immediately understood what was happening.

Looking at Sister Maria's appearance, some people didn't know what was going on. Suddenly, they reached out and pressed Sister Maria down, and closed the bathroom door.

Sister Maria was a little panicked. She began to stretch out her palm and gently pat Fisk's arm, hoping that Fisk would let her go.

"Little Fisk, let go..."

Fisk ignored her and pressed her tightly against the wall, looking down at that holy, but at this moment shy face.

Fisk swallowed.

Slowly lowered his head.

His nose stroked the smooth golden hair, sniffing the scent of Sister Maria's delicate body crazily.

While constantly twitching his nose.

The side of the head moves slowly downward.

The palm of the hand follows the towering peak on the side.

It spreads to the curvy waist and plump buttocks in turn.

Smelling the scent of Sister Maria,

Feel the smoothness hidden under the wide nun's robe.

Fisk was eager to press his lips against this beautiful leg, to enjoy the smooth touch of the stockings and savor the warmth of Sister Maria's skin.

Sister Maria blushed, arched her body back, and hurriedly pushed Fisk's head with her hand.

"No, little Fisk! You can't!"

However, her words did not stop Fisk's actions. Ignoring Sister Maria's resistance, Fisk slowly rubbed her cheek with his nose tip. His warm tongue with a faint aroma of cigar tobacco slid across the side of her right cheek, leaving a wet line covered with saliva.

Sister Maria's body was shaking, and her thighs were trembling without any rhythm.

However, Sister Maria was pressed against the wall by Fisk. Even a vampire like Monica could not wrestle with Fisk, so naturally she could not put up any effective resistance.

And Sister Maria's face showed a hint of enjoyment in addition to resistance.

If you want to reject it, you will welcome it.

Fisk hissed and breathed, his hand beginning to stroke down his thigh.

Holding her delicate calves with his left hand and her beautiful feet with his right hand, Sister Maria was lifted up into the air. However, Sister Maria seemed to have made some decision and was unwilling to continue.

"Little Fisk, it hurts!"

Fisko was stunned and temporarily stopped what he was doing.

Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly grasped the wound. He quickly let go, but Sister Maria still groaned in pain.

Fisk looked at Sister Maria with some heartache, then hugged her and took her out of the room. This room was Fisk's bedroom, which had been almost decorated.

There was a bed and bedding, and Fisk slept here last night.

Put Sister Maria on the bed.

Looking at the gauze that had already deformed a little.

Fisk didn't say anything either. He took out new gauze and prepared to re-bandage Sister Maria.