While I was flipping through the first pages, Roxy managed to throw a black lightning behind the sofa and after three seconds he jumped up to us in a male form - barefoot, with a bare muscular torso and in black pants.

He came close to me and hugged me from the back, hugging me, and for a few seconds I fell out of reality, feeling the beating of his heart and catching the incomparable attractive smell of my true couple: cinnamon, leather, musk and bittersweet wormwood is my personal aphrodisiac. In his arms I felt so good, warm and pleasant that I even involuntarily closed my eyes.

“Now let...