Heart Hunting

"One swallow doesn't make a summer. I don't agree." Kenny is attracted by her. He walks over to her and hugs her from behind, with stubble rubbing her shoulder and making her itchy. Poppy takes the last smoke, puts out the cigarette, and throws away the butt. She looks far away and watches the flicking stars.

"It'll be bad for ladies if smoking more." He can let her smoke, even appreciate it. But if it's bad for her body, he won't agree.

Poppy doesn't reply but asks, "Does Ethel have any news recently?"

She made a fuss a while ago, and it's impossible for her to let it go.

However, Kenny doesn't see her recently. He bends his head to admire her gorgeous face with a smile. "Didn't you live in my home for a few days? Have you seen her?"

Poppy ponders carefully, with a mischievous spark in her smile. "She must be busy doing her nose job. I bet her nose will be different if you see her next time."

Kenny shows little interest in Ethel, no matter how she changes. The lady in front of him is so resourceful. He squeezes her nose slightly. "Who do you want to do with the Greens next?" Poppy withdraws her smile, just like the last glow at dusk, replaced by a gloomy and vicious look. She gnashes her teeth. "I'm going to turn the Greens into a shell corporation."

How can the enormous company change into a shell one so easily?

Kenny doesn't seem to trust her ability, thus suggesting, "Do you need me to torture the Greens?"

Poppy looks at him and reaches out a finger with a frigid smile. "One month."

"One month?" Kenny creases his brows.

"One month, I'll let Bryant hand over the money obediently." Poppy has already had a plan in her mind.

"You're so confident." Kenny's impressed. "What's your plan?"

"That's my own business." Poppy doesn't intend to tell him.

It's alright that she doesn't tell him, but her last word annoys him. "It's not your own business, from the moment you dragged me into the water."

Poppy ignores him. She stares at the distant starry sky and an idea jumps into her brain.

Embracing a beauty in the arms, even a righteous man will turn horny. He becomes restless and kisses along her adorable earlobe. Hot, uneven breath lands on her neck and he pecks on her body like a chick, but much gentler than the chick. Poppy is disturbed by his behavior, glances at him with disgust, and lets out cold words. "If you're not afraid of being stained, with a white knife in and the red one out, you can go ahead."

Immersed in her body fragrance, Kenny doesn't get in instantly. He continues kissing her and replying casually. "It'll also become a dark one!"

Poppy knows that the fool doesn't understand what she said; therefore, she grabs his hand and moves to her lower abdomen. "Do you want to see a bloody scene?"

Kenny furrows and understands. He gets rid of her hand. "Your period is coming on a RIGHT time."

He's upset, missing a chance to get laid with her. But after her period, he will wait for the exact time of ovulation, thus she has a higher rate of pregnancy!

She ignores him and turns back to the room.

He follows. "I'm also sleepy. Let's go to bed!"

"I'm on my period."

"Yeah, we can't have sex. But we can sleep together."

Poppy is speechless.

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A wonderful story happens simultaneously under the same sky.

In the Green House, Hilda, who's still attractive in her fifties, decides to comfort her husband tonight, since he suffered a lot in her previous home.

Therefore, she takes a bath of rose oil and wears a sexy lace nightdress. Their affection has changed into family love, and they haven't had sex for a long time.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Hilda is bosomy. Although her figure is slightly out of shape, it doesn't affect her charm. She adjusts her chests and walks out of the bathroom elegantly and confidently towards Bryant, who is reading the newspaper by the bed. Hugging him from behind, she speaks in a coaxing voice, "Bryant, aren't you sleepy?"

Bryant, who is reading the newspaper earnestly, thinks he must have misheard. Looking back, he's terrified by her outfit. What the hell is this old bitch doing?

Although the black lace nightdress can hold her sagging breasts and show her cleavage, it fails to catch his attention from looking down at it. The fat on her waist is wrapped in the pajamas, but with a touch, the skin feels dry and crumpled for lack of moisture. Hilda has nothing compared to Susan.

Hilda does her best to seduce him. After peeling off his pajamas, she tries to turn him on, with confidence that she has a good shape and curve, except her love handles. "Bryant, it's been a long time since we did the foreplay." She puts her arms around his neck. "Tonight, we..."

The bedroom with a good atmosphere and orange lights is an excellent place for foreplay. If he hadn't met Susan, who was in her 20s, he might be interested in this old bitch.

He tries hard to keep focus and even gropes her whole body; however, he has savored delicacies of every kind and loses appetite for the pickles.

Half an hour later, Bryant doesn't go erect and completely loses his interest. He lies aside and covers with sheets. "I'm asleep and tired."

Hilda is stunned and turns mad, storming, "You loser, your slack part is useless."

But she ignores one point-it depends on the woman to let a man go erect.

He doesn't care and pretends to fall asleep. It will be a waste of energy even if he goes erect. If not for the Sanches Family, he would have been divorced her. Seeing him motionless, she pushes him again. "Bryant, get up!"

"Bryant!"

Hilda doesn't give up and thus stands up to lift the quilt and drag him up.

Bryant can't bear it anymore. He swats her hand and bellows, "Enough!"

She almost falls to the ground. When she stands still, she lunges at him and raises a hand wanting to smack him. "Bryant, who has been unreasonable?"

Damn it. She has tried her best to satisfy him, but he doesn't appreciate it. Instead, he's so rude!

Bryant blocks her hand and says coldly, "I'm so tired. I only want to sleep." Seeing her hideous face has already made him sick.

She glares at him with a complicated look. An idea suddenly strikes her. "You... Tell me. Do you have a mistress?"

"Nonsense. Don't you know the company's crisis? How can I be in the mood for women?" Bryant furrows. Probably because of the burning anger, he doesn't feel guilty. Hilda doesn't stop. "So what? We still need to have sex. I elaborated on this. And what did I get?"

He studies her in silence and thinks she still looks ugly after elaborate preparation. The more he looks at her, the more unpleasant he is. Suddenly, he misses Susan very much. He stops arguing with her and lies down again. "I'm really exhausted."

Hilda is annoyed but their quarrel has ruined the romantic atmosphere. She bends her head to look at her dress and runs back to the bathroom in a huff to change into a normal one.