"Jenny, tell me how you maintain your skin? It's smoother than milk."
"Hehe~" Jennifer laughed, hugging her shoulders as Duane's lips tickled her, leaving no room to dodge.
"This is God's masterpiece," Duane wished he could crush her into his arms. Just feel this texture—genuine collagen.
"Duane, don't you have to go to the company?" A bare Jennifer Connolly found a comfortable position in his embrace, feeling languid.
"Actually, I don't need to go every day," Duane said, rubbing his nose in her dark hair, "the people at the company will handle everything."
"So this is the CEO's privilege, huh?" Jennifer Connolly's ear caught the powerful thumping of his heartbeat, it had accompanied her through the night, and she was fascinated by it.
"You're not wrong to think that," Duane lingered over her curvaceous figure, "the company is like a machine—it has its own momentum.
A helmsman only needs to adjust its direction now and then, and this ship can sail forever."
