The bonds' force suddenly dispersed, and with the release in front of her, Arabella Vanderbilt let out a comfortable, light sigh.
Who said dressing up as a man was fun!
She found even wearing a bra normally to be an unbearable ordeal.
Joel Russo's body tensed up upon hearing her sigh, he gritted his teeth, supported her body, and harshly pulled down her pants.
Then, he pushed her against the mirror of the makeup table once again.
In the next instant, Arabella's fair and slender leg was grasped by a large hand and wound around the man's strong and vigorous waist.
Arabella blinked, her muddled mind exploding with something in an instant, becoming completely lucid.
"Russo..."
She wanted to say something, but Joel Russo captured her lips once more.
He passionately and ceaselessly rolled from her lips down her slender, graceful neck, and without hesitation enveloped her peaked blush within his mouth and tongue.
"Ah!"
