A Wild and Hot Cutie

Davis's long fingers gently cut the outline of Alisa's red lips, and his breath becomes erotic and out of rhythm.

Alisa whispers, moaning off and on, "Don't be here..."

Davis lifts Alisa's clothes, kisses her gently from her smooth, flat stomach, and goes up again.

"Davis... Will you like our children?" Alisa's voice is almost inaudible.

A wave of intense joy is transmitted from somewhere in the body, spreading like a wave of water.

Alisa's body is trembling slightly. "Go easy..."

Consciousness becomes abstract little by little. Davis's tall body presses on Alisa's body. He seems to be dissatisfied with such a subtle intimacy. He separates her legs with great force.

"Miss Alisa, Miss Alisa..."

There is a quick knock at the door, and it comes in from outside.

Davis is upset. What's Ann doing? In the middle of the night, she comes to knock on the door, which is so shocking.

Alisa is not able to attend to Davis either. She straightens her clothes and goes to the door.

Opening the door, Ann stands anxiously at the door.

"Miss Alisa, Davis master, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but the child keeps crying and says that he want to find Mom, I can't coax him well. His voice is hoarse. I'm afraid that if there is something wrong with crying, how can I get it?" Ann is so flustered that Davis says coldly, "Just cry again and throw him out."

Alisa looks at him and smiles, "You sleep first, I'll be right back."

Davis is in a good mood, watching Alisa go for a walk, reaching out and holding her, "Hey, you woman..."

There is a look of desire and dissatisfaction.

Alisa breaks free of his hand and runs out.

Davis stares at Alisa's back and is about to blow out a fire.

What's the matter with this woman? She is better to a little boy she doesn't know than him. She has no conscience.

Downstairs in the guest room, the baby is still crying, Alisa quickly hugs him, "Baby darling, aunt is here, stop crying, and there will be a big gray wolf to bite the butt."

Alisa's warm voice and good smell make her baby relax.

He tightly hugs Alisa's neck and murmured, "Mom, mom..."

Maybe it's Alisa's voice. It's too much like his mother, so he mistily regards her as his mother.

Ann sighs and shakes her head. "Miss Alisa, it's really hard for you."

Alisa smiles, lowers her voice and signals Ann to turn off the light and go out.

Ann nods, turns off the light, walks out, and closes the door gently on her back.

"Ah, Davis master, you stand here and scare me..."

When Ann turns around, she sees Davis standing at the door without saying a word, which makes her jump.

Davis frowns with great dissatisfaction. "Ask a baby sitter to come tomorrow, or we'll send the baby away."

"Yes, master." Ann quickly replies, watching Davis doesn't mean to leave, and kindly asks, "Davis master, I don't think the child will be quiet for a while and a half. Go to bed first. Miss Alisa may stay in the guest room tonight." "Don't be so wordy. Go down!" Davis drives Ann away very impolitely.

Alisa finally coaxes him to sleep. She wants to stand up. She doesn't know that the child wakes up very quickly. As long as she moves, he wakes up immediately and holds out his small hand around her neck. He is still babbling for his mother.

Alisa's heart is so soft that she is willing to leave him alone.

All this night, she is sleeping with the child.

The next morning, when she wakes up, the baby is still asleep with a satisfied smile on his face.

Alisa's heart is almost softened. It is so sweet to be a mother.

She puts him down gently, covers his quilt and walks out with light steps.

When she goes to the living room, she finds a group of figures on the sofa. It is Davis.

He is lying on the sofa and falls asleep. Does he wait for her all night?

Alisa feels a little sorry. Ann is passing by. She looks at Davis and whispers, "Davis master is waiting for you all night..."

Alisa pulls her lips and laughs, "I didn't ask him to wait!"

She turns around and gently wakes Davis up. "Hey, go to the room and sleep!"

Davis vaguely opens his eyes, looks at Alisa, puts his long arm around her, rolls her into his arms, and squeezes her into the sofa.

This sofa is not a bed. It's spacious for one person to sleep in. It's very crowded when two people are together.

Alisa has slept all night, but she is still sleepy. She struggles to get up, but she is held tightly by Davis like an octopus. "No going, bad woman. She would rather accompany a strange man for one night than her own man. What a bad guy without conscience..." Davis scolds Alisa. Alisa is sweating. What strange man is he? Is he a little boy?

Just as she is about to refute, she finds that Davis doesn't wake up at all. He is talking about dreams.

Alisa can't cry or laugh. This man scolds her in his dream. It's too much.

Alisa smiles at Davis.

In his sleep, he has handsome features, clear outline, thick black and long eyelashes, casting a heavy shadow on his eyes.

The nose is straight, and the two eyebrows are just right. It seems that the whole person is very publicity, and the ruddy lips are thin and tight.

Even in his sleep, he is so beautiful.

A ray of sunshine pours in from the outside of the window, which makes his face bright and handsome.

Just like this, she has been staring at him, and she is fascinated.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, a policeman comes. It is said that yesterday, the supermarket customer manager calls the police and brings the baby's parents to pick up the baby.

The baby's mother, who is about the same size as Alisa's, is a little older. When she sees her baby, she hugs her baby and cries.

There is no expression on Davis's face. He seems to be eager to leave soon.

"Thank you Miss Alisa for taking care of my baby..."

The baby's mother is very grateful to Alisa for taking good care of her baby, and she roughly explains the reason.

It turns out that someone is the baby sitter of her family. She wants to retaliate for quarreling with the owner and deliberately takes the baby to the supermarket and throws it away.

But the baby mother reports to the police. After the police interrogate the baby sitter, the baby sitter confesses the matter.

The police immediately go to the supermarket, contact the customer manager and finds Alisa.

Alisa smiles and shakes her head. "Don't thank me. You'll take good care of the baby later."

"By the way, how can the baby just call Mom and dad?" Alisa is quite curious.

The baby's mother smiles embarrassedly. "My baby speaks late, and only calls simple words like mom, Dad, Grandpa and grandma. See people of similar age, also called mom and Dad, sorry to give you trouble. That's what we thank you for. Please accept it." The baby's mother puts money in Alisa's pocket. Alisa quickly refuses, "Don't do this."

When Alisa sees the expression on Davis's face, it seems that he has some facial paralysis. It is only a few thousand dollars. How can he interest in it? Alisa is smart and quickly pulls Davis out and says, "In fact, I didn't take care of the baby. This uncle is taking care of the baby. He likes the baby very much."

Davis just wants to refute, baby mother sees this, hurriedly comes forward to thank Davis, "Thank you for the care of my baby, baby, come to kiss this uncle, and say goodbye to uncle."

The baby hesitates, and finally gives Davis a slap on the face, clapping his hands after kissing.

Davis's gloomy face manages to squeeze out a smile, which is very embarrassing.

When he sends out the baby's family, Davis grabs Alisa in one hand and says, "Alisa, did you mean it?"

"Well, don't be so fierce, will you?"

Alisa stares at her clear eyes. She pushes Davis away and holds her collar tightly. She looks innocent.

"It's you who take care of the baby, Davis. You're a good uncle. Why don't you admit it? You really like this kid..."

"Come on, cut it out, well!" Davis can't hang up. He's not a good uncle!

How can a president be a nanny for those thousands of dollars? If it isn't for Alisa's face, he will have... In fact, that baby is not too annoying.

He reaches out and touches the place on his face where the baby has kissed him, soft and soft...

The sweet and waxy baby voice, the timid big eyes, the small body...

Well, how can he have such a strange idea in his mind?

"Davis, do you like children, too?"

Alisa puts her hands around Davis' neck, shakes her little head and looks at him with a smile.

"What are you kidding? It's troublesome to have children."

Davis doesn't seem very interested. He pushes Alisa aside, walks to the sofa and sits down.

Alisa's cell phone rings, and Alisa answers.

"Alisa, how are you doing these days?"

Davis is staring at Alisa. Alisa raises her mobile phone and says with a smile, "It's Lucy's phone."

Davis turns his head and stops looking at her.

Alisa takes her cell phone and goes outside the living room to chat. "Ha ha, Lucy, I'm ok. I just picked up a child these days. It's so cute. You don't know the soft little face. It's really painful."

"Is it really? You are so lucky that even the children can find it..."

"Well, his mother has already taken him back. By the way, Lucy, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, do you have time to have dinner together in the evening?"

"Oh, you picked up the money, how can you eat with me in such a good mood?"

"Why not come, Miss Alisa? I know you're going to be the youngest ladies of Davis's family now. If I want to invite you to dinner later, I have to make an appointment in advance to line up, don't I?" "Stop, where is the place?"

Lucy reports the time and place, and Alisa promises it. Anyway, nothing happens.

Alisa puts away her cell phone and walks towards the living room. She sees Davis on the sofa just now. In a blink of an eye, the figure disappears.

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