"Boss, you're here."
Seeing Dirk Carter enter the room.
Steam rising, the beauty emerged from the bath.
Her wet, long hair, her flushed little face from the heat.
And the revealing curves of her body, slowly appeared before Dirk Carter.
The woman looked very young, just in her early twenties, even without a trace of makeup, her beauty was still striking.
The most eye-catching thing wasn't her face.
But the swimsuit she was wearing.
It's no exaggeration to say, the material used for the whole swimsuit wouldn't cover the area of two masks.
Barely concealing the crucial parts.
The woman deliberately twisted her body.
She walked up to Dirk Carter, extended her slender fingers, and began to unbutton his shirt.
Dirk Carter did not refuse.
Soon.
The clothes were smoothly removed.
The woman held Dirk Carter's hand, turning her head back with every step as they went down to the hot spring.
