Chapter 741: The Special Fetish of the Gang Boss
While Kevin was savoring the taste of sweet first love, he was unaware that his cousin Audrey had fallen into the hands of the gangsters, at risk of being violated and humiliated at any moment.
"Damn, this woman isn't that great-looking, but her skin is really white," Cornelius said as he carried Violet into the room at the far east, tossing her body onto the bed without hesitation.
Violet's face contorted in pain.
Just then, there was an urgent knock on the door from outside. "Cornelius, hurry up, man. The brothers are still waiting," came the voice.
"Don't worry, big brother," Archer chuckled. His greatest hobbies were driving and gambling; he wasn't as interested in women. Perhaps he would be tempted by a busty beauty, but Violet didn't spark any interest in him. It was only Cornelius and his ilk who were so enthusiastic.
After arranging everything, Cary slowly returned to his room. The room was not large, but it was tidier than the others. Festive New Year's paintings adorned the walls, and by the window sat a large bed, where a breathtakingly beautiful woman lay.
The stunning woman was dressed in a white t-shirt and tight jeans, her figure flawless, her beauty enchanting. Her shoulder-length black hair cascaded like waves over her shoulders, her smooth and fair arms looking pristine. Her plump, rosy lips were as tempting as peaches, her long and shapely thighs wrapped in jeans, drawing attention to her alluring figure. What was even more captivating were her perky and firm breasts, defying gravity even as she lay flat on the bed.
What a rare beauty. Cary had traveled far and wide in recent years, frequented countless luxurious clubs, and seen hundreds of women. However, a woman with both looks and figure as exceptional as the one before him was a rare find. While such women were common in clubs, she stood out here. Perhaps the heavens took pity on him for his hardships and sent this seductive beauty to comfort him. Cary thought to himself that once the storm passed, he couldn't continue this line of work. It was too damn torturous.
Looking at the irresistibly beautiful woman on the bed, Cary didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he pulled up a chair, lit a cigarette, and leisurely admired this dream woman that men yearned for. He had the whole night ahead of him; there was no need to rush like Cornelius and ruin the mood.
Women, like fine wine, should be savored sip by sip, not gulped down. Cary used to bring women directly to his villa, keeping them indoors for a week, exploring every inch of their bodies. Once Cary was done with a woman, she was usually spent, finding it hard to return to normal life, consumed by lust and only craving more pleasure from men.
Cary removed Audrey's socks, revealing a crystal-clear jade foot. The skin on the top of her foot was fair and smooth, almost translucent, with faint blue veins visible underneath. Her five toes were as tender and white as spring onions, her ankles delicate and round, her calves fair and slender, resembling a piece of jade sculpture.
"So beautiful," Cary's eyes lit up. While many women were attractive with good figures, rough feet turned him off immediately. The woman before him was truly a gift from the heavens, perfect from head to toe. If she also had special skills, it would be even more enticing.
Although Cary had decided not to take Audrey with him, seeing her alluring feet made him hesitate. Such a natural beauty was rare to come by, and missing out would be a lifelong regret. He had already planned to do one last big job before retiring to a comfortable place to live out his days. He couldn't do without a decent woman by his side. Cary had high standards for women—they had to be beautiful, have a good figure, and especially, their feet had to be perfect. If he could take Audrey with him, he imagined having her wear sexy stockings every night to give him footjobs, which excited him at the thought.
"Never mind, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."
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