Daniel gently brushed Tressa's hair as they walked side by side. She stared straight ahead at the path, as if oblivious to his touch.
'Damn, her hair is smooth and silk but also strong. Fuck, I can't break this without getting caught or being suspicious," he muttered, grinding his teeth.
Within five minutes, they reached their destination.
The house's roof, walls, and architecture were much like the others nearby, yet one detail set it apart—a spiral staircase rose along the left side, climbing the exterior to a second-story balcony.
*Knock-knock-Knock*
Tressa knocked on the door and waited patiently outside. The sun dipped toward evening, and a warm breeze swayed gently, lifting her hair as it danced in the air.
*creeak*
The door swung inward. A woman in her early thirties filled the frame with a pear-shaped figure, exuding quiet confidence.
Her heavy breasts pushed against her wine colour gown, hard nipples clearly visible through the fabric.
