Dauntless God Of War

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From then onward, no one would dare to wreak havoc in her place anymore.

“You know nothing, Whitney. Men actually prefer plump women. The fleshy touch feels so good. It's even better if they're divorcees, as they already know a variety of positions. It saves our time in teaching them.”

Previously, whenever Harold visited Whitney's eating house, Whitney would talk dirty jokes with him before Brittany arrived.

Harold had gotten used to such a way of interaction. He reached out to pinch Whitney's fleshy cheeks as he finished his words.

“You b*stard, that's eighty in total,” Whitney said with a smile as her cheeks turned red.

Then, she entered the kitchen with the order.

Whitney's eating house had a good business. It was only nine o'clock when the store was filled to the brim.

Seeing that, Harold could only find a chair near the cashier counter to sit down and wait.

It was then he noticed that opposite him sat a beautiful, mature lady.

She had slightly curly hair and long, slender legs. She was wearing office attire with a short skirt.

Her attractive, slender legs were wrapped in nude-colored stockings. She radiated the charm of a mature lady.

Harold couldn't help but steal another glance at the lady's slender legs.

The beautiful lady looked at the man in front of her, who was staring at her legs.

She naturally took him as a rogue in her heart. Not to mention she had heard him flirt with Whitney earlier.

The disgust on her face was apparent as she shot him a stern glare.

Noticing the lady's hate-filled eyes, Harold felt a little embarrassed and shifted his gaze to the other side.

Just then, a pen suddenly fell from the cashier counter behind the beautiful lady.

It rolled all the way and stopped next to her legs.

Harold quickly couched down and reached out to pick it up.

“You pervert, get away from me!” the beautiful lady sitting opposite Harold bellowed when she saw him crouching down.

She thought the man wanted to peep under her skirt and instinctively kicked him away.

Sensing danger, Harold reached out at lightning speed and grabbed the lady's leg.

As he raised his head, his gaze fell right underneath her skirt.

However, he could see nothing because the lady was wearing a pair of safety pants.

Although the beautiful lady, whose leg was grabbed by Harold, knew he could see nothing, her body was feverish because of their rather shameful position.

Not to mention his gaze didn't leave underneath her skirt for a second.

“Pervert! Let go of me now, or I'll call the police!” the lady yelled furiously.

Only then did Harold realize that she had misunderstood him and quickly loosened his grip.

Perhaps the impact was too strong when the lady withdrew her leg and she was wearing high heels.