You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce lamented.
What was Grandma up to? On purpose?

Was it an unlucky day for her? It was so hard to get Luther back, and her grandmother caught her in the act.

Under the “watchful eyes” of Grandma, Joyce dragged Luther into his bedroom and threw him onto the bed.

She was tired and panting. Her forehead was covered with sweat.
Wait, why was this scene so familiar?

Joyce recalled the last time she rescued a man from the river. He was also this heavy, about the same height. Even the feeling of his body was similar. Last time she was in the suburban hotel and not able to take off his pants to verify something. The automotive project team made her busy, so she forgot about it.

Today’s scene aroused her strong suspicions again.
She had to confirm it.
Could it be Luther, the person she saved and took her virginity at the time?

Luther was drunken and felt asleep, lying motionless on the bed with his chest up and down.

Joyce gritted her teeth and gently walked forward.
She reached decisively her hands for his belt.
After unbuckling the belt, quick as a flash, she removed his pants.

sculpture-like perfection of her body pierced her eyes. Thinking

like fire. It

and

what had happened to him?

was usually bossing people

these wounds? There were

her heart.

even tell from the wounds if he was the one she saved

if he was not the

she could found out a pair of his pants

reluctantly changed his shirt again in order to cover up the fact that she just wanted

robust physique, strong muscular lines,

was getting hot when she was changing clothes for him. So she simply turned off the light

with the lights off,