Chapter 17: Moses’ feelings

In Allen's vision, Moses removed the clothes from his body, revealing Allen's familiar nude body.

She stepped over to the tub and lifted her foot into it. The curve of her buttocks rounded out even more when she lifted her foot.

By the time Moses got into the tub, under the cover of bubbles, the warm water flowed over his torso, and his weary soul got a moment's respite.

Allen, possessed by a stone statue, watched quietly as Moses slumbered in the bathtub, from which Moses slowly awoke more than 20 minutes later.

Foam clung to Moses as she stood up, sliding down the curves of her chest and hips in glossy trails as she rose.

Then, Moses dried off and walked out of the bathroom. Once again, after several days in the bathroom, Allen saw his and Moses' figures walk into the bathroom before his soul returned to his body. Regaining his senses, Allen felt his body shaking; it was Moses; she saw Allen staring at the stone statue, so she pulled him.

"Allen, are you okay?" Moses inquired with concern.

Allen shook his head, eyes sweeping quickly from Moses' face before avoiding her gaze.

Now, whenever Allen looked at Moses, she thought of her in the shower, the water-stained, naked body that glowed in the light.

'Damn, my penis is getting an erection.' Allen quickly turned around and placed the idol in his hand on the shelf.

Now, Allen probably understood that his eyes had other special abilities besides perspective, but to activate these unique skills, he needed to absorb the energy from the artwork. As for the principle of doing so, Allen had yet to figure it out.

"Thank you for the artwork. I can feel the carver's heart." Allen thanked Moses.

"You're welcome. I should thank you for saving me today." Moses looked at Allen, especially his eyes. They felt very charming, making Moses’ heart beat faster.

Allen was about to say you're welcome, but Moses hugged and kissed him.

Moses blushed a little after the kiss. She didn't know why she suddenly felt for Allen, but Allen had won her over a lot today.

"Interested in staying for dinner?" Moses asked, blushing.

Of course, Allen understood what she meant. As an ordinary man, it would look abnormal if he refused at such a time.

On the other hand, in Henry's house, his father, James Taber, smashed a hefty red wine hard on Henry's head.

The splinters and liquor running down Henry's face made his image look a little horrible.

"You fool, you dared to gamble with the group's shares! Now, the Morris family is demanding that I fulfill the bet. What do you think I should do?" James' falcon-like gaze stared at Henry.

Henry clenched his fists as he glared at James, his gaze menacing, "Give me the address of the Speckled snake, and I'll have him take care of this."

James stared at Henry for a few seconds and gave an address.

"I won't let you down." Henry finished seriously and turned to leave the restaurant.

After Henry left, James told the butler, "Prepare the car. I'm going to talk to Evans."

Henry went to the bathroom to wash the red wine off his face before he looked for the speckled snake, and he looked in the mirror with resentment. "Jerome and that Allen guy, I won't spare you!"

Allen, on the other hand, didn't know that the assassination against him had already begun. He was busy enjoying the world of two with Moses at this time.

On the bed in Moses' bedroom, a naked Moses held Allen's back firmly.

Her ten fingers left ten scratches on Allen's back, and her legs were clamped around Allen's waist, the two of them hugging each other so tightly it was like they were trying to blend into each other.

Allen was on top of Moses, her cock pumping in and out of her cunt.

Allen's movements were gentle, like those of a collector who carefully loved art and placed it in a box.

Moses was the work of art God had given Allen. He had seen Moses naked more than once through paintings and idols, but the only time he could enjoy the beauty of this body was when he made love.

Moses' body was as smooth as a pearl, and her moans were as pleasant as a stream in a valley.

Allen's cock was as wonderful as being stroked by many dainty fingers as it plunged into Moses' cunt.

"It is so beautiful, Moses ......," Allen moaned in equal measure.

"Pick up the pace, Allen ......," Moses said as he wrapped his arms around Allen's neck, his crystal-like eyes gazing deep into Allen's.

Allen felt the lubrication of Moses' pussy with his body fluids, and with a nod, he lifted Moses' legs and swung his hips, and began a high-frequency stroke.