She was wearing an ultra-short hot skirt, and a large T-shirt, with a low neckline, her breasts white and soft, and her two white, smooth legs shining brightly in front of him, enough to make anyone's heart race.
"You're a woman, if you eat so much, aren't you afraid of getting fat?"
Silas's palm felt hot, and he suddenly reached out and pinched her leg a couple of times.
Jenson kicked him with her foot, "I'm the kind who doesn't gain weight, so what, jealous much?"
Silas was kicked, and his body leaned backward, he reached out to steady himself with the table: "I let you get away with it, and you push it! Go on and keep this up, let's see if I won't make you cry later!"
"Who's making who cry?" Jenson moved her foot down and tried to aim a heavy kick at him, but Silas dodged it.
Silas lifted his leg and clamped her foot tightly: "What, you want to try it now?"
