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In this chapter, there will be hints of sexuality, explicit violence, and sensitive (religious) topics for some adults.
If you are susceptible to these topics, it is recommended to stop reading this story.
He asked, why does such a handsome man drink alone on such a lovely night?
To which Jhon replied with a smile: That's because, he hadn't found a goddess like you.
He replied in a coquettish voice.
At that moment, one of the waiters will deliver a jar of brandy to one of the tables away from the bar.
Such words pleased Christine very much, who directed the angle of her body towards Jhon.
With a slight change of the leg that rested on the other.
This allowed Jhon, to realize those well-defined chamorros, the delicate ankle, which, made show off his high heels, fastened with a buckle to the ankle, the heel was stiletto.
Dangerous and tempting, he thought.
Which, when he saw her from the front, while they spoke, his gaze was lost in that discreet cleavage.
She and he exchanged some play phrases, such as being able to see what's under the fabrics.
And about the humidity of the environment, of course, with an intimate tone.
For Jhon, seeing Christine, taking that cherry from his cocktail and putting it in his mouth, catching her with his teeth and removing the cigarette butt...
Carrying with his tongue the cherry inside his mouth and seeing, as his lips closed.
It was too much...
He started sweating.