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

Touching thighs in front of your lover.

It's really exciting.

Fisk's heartbeat quickened a little, and he felt a little guilty. His movements also began to slow down. He just slowly felt the warm touch coming from below through the stockings.

However, a hand suddenly held Fisk's hand.

It's Melanie.

She pressed Fisk's hand hard against her leg.

Then she wrapped herself in a black miniskirt over her long legs.

Pull up little by little.

"Boss, do you think Sister Maria is beautiful?" Melanie's drunken words were soft and gentle, but one could clearly feel that she had more to say.

Fisk raised the whiskey in his hand seriously, drank it in big gulps, and said without hesitation: "Beautiful, very beautiful, just like an angel!"

Melanie was stunned at first, then she couldn't help laughing after she realized what was happening. However, she quickly closed her eyes and glared at Fisk angrily, "Boss, I heard from Fa that many years ago, when you didn't have enough food, it was the bloodthirsty Maria who took you in.

At that time, you seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old!"

"Yes!"

Fisk nodded indifferently and continued to pretend to be confused, but his hands continued to lift Melanie's skirt with a little nervousness, revealing her slender straight calves wrapped in white silk.

This was just a subconscious action.

But it made Melanie's face turn a little red.

Obviously, whiskey couldn't make her blush.

But she soon refused to be outdone and lifted her calves and placed them on Fisk's legs. The lights in the dance hall were dim and everyone's eyes were focused on the colorful dance floor.

No one noticed anything unusual here.

"Boss, who do you think looks better in stockings, me or Sister Maria?"

Fisk glanced down at her.

Melanie is playing with fire.

In that case, Fisk won't indulge her anymore.

His long hands slid across the white silk, gently lifted the skirt a little, and went straight in.

Holding the warm and soft white silk thigh inside.

The flesh on the calf is soft and not firm, and is covered with a layer of stockings.

The stockings are very thin, almost as thin as a hair.

However, when Fisk touched it in his palm, the silky touch, coupled with the curve outlined by the slender calf, made him feel like he was holding on to the finest jade.

But right now.

Ena Maynard emerged from nowhere.

Holding a few bottles of wine in his arms, he asked, "Do you need any wine?"

"Of course!" Melanie changed her expression and tried to pull her calf back. It seemed that she was not ready to break up with Fa Zi.

Others may not know, but she knows that Ena Maynard is a big mouth.

So, no matter who finds out, this big mouth must not find out.

But Fisk was in a playful mood at this moment.

He had no intention of letting go and held Melanie's slender calf firmly in his hand. He also enjoyed the embarrassment and panic on Melanie's face with a mischievous sense of humor, but he found the expression of embarrassment and panic on Melanie's face, while pretending to be calm, which he found very interesting!

"Then I'll put it on the table for you."

Ena Maynard did not see it because of the lighting.

But Melanie could feel it so clearly.

When one is nervous, one's body involuntarily straightens up.

Fortunately, Ena Maynard didn't find anything in the end.

After putting the wine down, he turned around and left.

And wait until she leaves.

Melanie immediately became angry and hit Fisk hard a few times, "Boss!"

Fisk couldn't help laughing out loud, "Why, you are allowed to play with fire, but I am not allowed to retaliate."

Melanie also seemed to be sulking.

He simply put both legs on Fisk's legs and drank the whiskey in his hand.

At the same time, her entire body was pressed against Fisk's, like a large pendant, and as her posture changed, the hem of her skirt was rolled up high.

The two white silk calves placed on Fisk's legs were completely exposed, but Melanie continued to drink as if she didn't care.

Fisk didn't indulge her, and his big, broad hands couldn't wait to touch her.

His fingers stroked back and forth over the silky, warm, white silk long legs.

Melanie's beautiful legs look very thin, but they are full of flesh. They are slender without losing their roundness, but at the same time they are not fat and have no excess fat.

Everything was just right.

Especially the plump and soft part near the buttocks, which made Fisk's big hands continue to spread upwards, enjoying the warmth from the stockings extremely greedily.

As his hands stroked back and forth, Fisk naturally did not forget the bet between him and Melanie. The bottle of whiskey in his hand was soon finished, but Melanie had already drunk the third bottle.

Fisk was naturally unwilling to be outdone.

He wanted to see how many bottles this woman could drink today.

The disco lights above my head emit colorful light.

Fisk saw the little feet in stockings bound by red high heels. His hand slid down slowly, holding her round and plump heels, and gently grasped the soft soles of her feet.

The thumb gently lifted the slipper of the high heels.

The high heels fell directly to the ground with a slight clicking sound. The sudden change made Melanie's toes curl up suddenly.

Then, she noticed that Fisk had been holding her little feet in white stockings at some point. A strange expression came over her rosy cheeks, and the foot that was firmly held in Fisk's palm moved involuntarily, but she did not pull it back.

"Boss, I'm already on my third bottle, why don't you admit defeat?"

Fisk ignored Melanie.

The big hands greedily kneaded Melanie's silk feet back and forth.

His fingers even grasped the five plump toes at the front of her feet.

Melanie wanted to curl up her toes in shame.

But in Fisk's hands, this was not possible.

Her blurry eyes were gradually filled with shame.

She pursed her bright red lips and stared at Fisk beside her. The light in her eyes was like that of a hungry beast that wanted to eat Fisk directly.

The third bottle of whiskey was soon finished.

Even Fisk felt a little full and a little drunk.

Melanie felt even more limp than before, but she still refused to admit defeat and picked up the fourth bottle.

Fisk naturally refused to admit defeat.

If an ordinary person, such as Mrs. Stacy, came here, Fisk might first give in and admit defeat, and then enjoy Mrs. Stacy's warmth.

But Melanie... Fisk knew that Melanie was not an ordinary person.

Naturally, there is no need to give in.

There is no question of admitting defeat.

A faint fragrance penetrated Fisk's nostrils.

Melanie lay on Fisk's chest, and her lips, which smelled strongly of alcohol, slowly slid across Fisk's neck, leaving a line of saliva that smelled of whiskey.

Fisk's consciousness was also a little blurry.

The hand on Melanie's thigh began to move upward.

Wherever the palm touches, it feels the warmth of the stockings and the softness of the skin.

Melanie's legs were kept tightly closed.

It seemed that we were about to enter the tiger's den.

Melanie suddenly clamped Fisk's hand tightly.

Don't let him move forward any further.

Fisk smiled and looked at Melanie.

He slowly put down the bottle in his hand and used his other hand to continue kneading Melanie's raised toes, supporting the soft soles of her feet.

She gently lifted the two silk feet and stepped on her chest.

Melanie's soft soles and hard muscles touched each other.

This caused Melanie's breathing to gradually become rapid.

She put down the bottle in her hand, opened her mouth and kissed Fisk on the mouth. The strong smell of alcohol hit her face, and their lips and teeth blended together, and their heavy breathing hit each other's face.

Under the colorful light of the disco ball, the two kissed passionately, saliva flowing down the corners of their mouths, and Melanie's eyes were completely blurred.

She was drunk.

Lost too!

Fisk looked up.

He looked at Melanie who had fallen asleep in his arms.

He chuckled and shook his head.

He put her on the sofa and then walked outside in a daze.