C394 Her little pistol

Within the garden, a light breeze blew past, bringing with it a hint of vitality and vitality.

I wrapped my arms around the Black Widow's slender waist and felt the tautness and fullness of her chest.

She didn't intentionally show me anything, but her face was naturally seductive. It was something that came from the depths of her bones.

I was watching her, and she was watching me