A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 8

She drinks up the whole glass of wine. It's not spicy in the mouth, but it's full of stamina. Alisa's eyes look a little confused after drinking.

"Davis, Fuck you, don't break your promise...." Alisa shakes her fingers, points to Davis's blurry face and snaps.

Davis's hot kiss locks her lips as she speaks. As expected, the wine from the mouth of a woman is the most delicious.

In a daze, Alisa struggles to push Davis away, but in exchange for a stronger kiss. Alisa is paralyzed by alcohol and is as soft as cotton. Her cheeks are crimson, and she falls softly into Davis's arms. Her beautiful eyes are half opened and half squinted. Her disordered black hair is scattered on her shoulders, which is set off by her white and round shoulders. It has a kind of soul stirring beauty.

Davis gasps heavily. He roughly tears the clothes off her body and pins her on the sofa. Davis has met so many girls, but he has never met such a masterpiece.

Forty minutes pass and Alisa's liquor strength is getting weaker. The wine is not strong, but Alisa is a small drinker, so such a small glass of wine can make her drunk.