Chapter 122: Are These Your New Pajamas?

Mary approached the door and wanted to ask if he had given it to her on purpose, but after a moments hesitation, she took the bag and went back to the mirror.

She gritted her teeth.

Forget it!

If it made him happier and more excited, she had nothing to lose.

She was just a little shy a little more fl.u.s.tered thats all!

What was there to be afraid of?!

Mary put on the bunny outfit and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face turned red again.

In the mirror, she observed her appearance. She had long blonde curly hair and a pink bunny headband on her head.

The top was a pink tube top with a ring of white fur around the top. Below it was a thong with little fabric and at the back was a white ball representing the rabbits tail!

There was also a set of gloves, a choker and garters.

The clothes were exquisite and s.e.xy.

Her beautiful clavicles were crystal clear, and her round b.r.e.a.s.t.s were tightly squeezed together!

Her slender waist, flat belly, high b.u.t.tocks, long legs

Marys figure was so perfect that it made her narcissistic!

Would Monroe turn into a big bad wolf?

Marys heart couldnt help but beat wildly again!

Mary couldnt help but cross her legs. She felt that she really couldnt walk out like this!

She gently opened the bathroom door and looked outside.

Fortunately, Monroe wasnt waiting for her between the changing room and the bathroom!

Mary secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She covered her body with her skirt and dashed into the changing room like a bolt of lightning.

After looking around, Mary took out a white s.h.i.+rt of Monroes and quickly put it on!

Fortunately, it finally covered her a.s.s!

Just as she was about to b.u.t.ton up the last b.u.t.ton, she hesitated.

Then, facing the mirror, Mary undid two more b.u.t.tons.

She pulled the s.h.i.+rt down, revealing her white cleavage.

Taking a deep breath, Mary walked out barefoot.

Monroe was standing by the window, making a phone call. From the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, he saw Marys figure. His eyes lit up, and he hung up the phone and turned to look at her.

Are this your new pajamas?

Monroe Hall unconsciously moved his Adams apple and walked toward Mary.

No woman had ever worn his s.h.i.+rt, because he never allowed it!

In Monroe Halls understanding, besides venting his desire and having a physical relations.h.i.+p with a woman, wearing his s.h.i.+rt would make the relations.h.i.+p particularly intimate!

In the past, he thought that it would be very troublesome and unnecessary!

But when he saw Mary dressed like this, the blood in his body instantly boiled!

Sure enough, in the past, he had never met a person who moved his heart!

After being moved like this, the person he loved, no matter what they did, would be forgiven. He would make an exception for all accidents just to wait for her!

Marys face was red. She lowered her head and stepped on her own feet.

What kind of pajamas are these?! Anyway do they look good?

Monroe had already walked up to Mary.

He did not answer. He just lifted Mary up on the spot!

Mary lowered her head and put her hands on Monroes shoulders.

The two of them looked at each other.

At this moment, Mary felt as if she could hear their heartbeats, and they were about to jump out of their chests!

Monroe said, Very s.e.xy! Very beautiful! So, can I have you now?

Mary suppressed her excitement and nervousness and slowly lowered her head. The moment she closed her eyes, their lips sucked on each other and pa.s.sionately intertwined!

The smacking sounds from their pa.s.sionate kiss and the rapid breathing sound intermingled with each other.

Gradually, they found a more tacit way.

Their lips and tongues chased each other, licking and sucking, each time with a rhythm.

Just as Mary was about to run out of oxygen, Monroe suddenly let go of her lips, turned his face to her ear, and licked her little earlobe.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath with her tongue in his mouth.

Mary moaned.

Monroes breathing became heavier.

His hand no longer held Marys waist, and as he moved down, he dragged her b.u.t.t with one hand!

Monroes hand stopped!

There was no fabric on the b.u.t.t under the s.h.i.+rt, only smooth and elastic fles.h.!.+

Monroes large hand grabbed Marys b.u.t.t and squeezed it hard!