Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis

Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis
Chapter 27 ~ Two Muscles In Chest


"Oh my God," Lewis immediately closed his eyes when he could not see the view of the core of Nesha smooth without a single feather, so tempting that Lewis could not see it. If he continued to see it, of course he himself would be tormented.


Lewis wiped the part with a feeling of remorse, his body temperature really heated up. His mind continued to imagine a smooth, supple, white and reddish thing, so beautiful, what did it feel like? Lewis was really curious. Lewis shook his head again, stopped wiping it off and immediately covered it with a blanket. The burly man heaved a sigh of relief.


"Have you?" asked Nesha who was still closing her eyes.


"Already, just pair the clothes," heard that Nesha tightened the blanket that covered all parts of her body, but the lump with the size of the jumbo was clearly still visible.


"My pants are too long if you wear them. But, this shirt is quite big and long, it looks like it can fit on your body," Lewis put the pants away, then prepared to put the shirt in his hand on Nesha's body.


"Wait," intercept Nesha.


"What's wrong?"


"Are there no bras and cds?" asked Nesha softly with both cheeks flushed red.


"If cd of course I have, but it won't get into your big ass. If it's any bra I might have," Lewis explained, making Nesha have no choice but to wear a white shirt that seemed a little laughable.


Lewis starts putting one by one shirt sleeve into Nesha's tiny sleeve, Nesha is totally resigned, but both cheeks and flushed earlobes can explain it all. Lewis again gulped the choked saliva when he could not bear to see Nesha's ideal body when removing the blanket on Nesha's body. Damn, that beautiful sight again teased his desire. Crazy, Nesha's body really made her crazy.


Temptation did not get there, Lewis was made to give up when his shirt could not be bagged. Obviously Lewis had big pectoral muscles, but apparently still lost far with two chunks of muscle in Nesha's chest. The shirt could not be bagged, only three buttons the bottom can be cut, the rest of the soft chewy meat jelly tub was clearly displayed in front of the burly man with a handsome face.


The embarrassed Nesha instantly covered her mound with both palms of her makeshift hand. Unable to see the challenging object, Lewis grabbed the blanket, then stretched it to Nesha's upper body. Nesha clasped tightly onto the blanket and said, "Maybe it's because I'm lying down, if I'm sitting I'm going to be able to be cut off" Nesha said softly, but still heard in Lewis's ear. Lewis smiled as he nodded his head, understanding that Nesha was feeling very awkward about what she was doing.


"You can get up?" lewis and Nesha tried to get up, but the head went round and in the end Nesha lay down.


"If you can't, you don't have to be forced. You rest first, the important thing is that your body is clean and no longer wearing dirty clothes," Lewis said.


"Where are you going?" nesha Megat.


"But the gospel room is yours."


"Wait .. does this mean you invited me to sleep in bed?" Lewis grinned.


"That's not what I mean. My point is that you just sleep in bed, just move me to the couch," the panicked Nesha explained.


"Hey Miss sexy, I'm a gentleman. Unless you don't mind me sleeping next to you" Lewis said flirtatiously, Nesha instantly let go of Lewis's hand in her fingers.


"You're on the couch," Nesha pulled the blanket over her head. Leave her long, golden hair.


"Alright," Lewis replied immediately walking casually towards the sofa, a flirtatious grin still plastered clearly.


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"Mister Lewis, mister from anywhere?" asked Kent's assistant to stare at Dayan aka Lewis with a look full of suspicion.


"Are all the bodyguards gathered in the black room?" ask Lewis falsely ignoring Assistant Usher's question.


"Already, Mister. Everyone has gathered and is waiting for Mister's arrival" Kent's assistant said.


With an expressionless face, fake Lewis walked towards the black space while muttering, "Usher, you should catch up with Preston."


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