On the stage, Xue Tang saw Florence rush out, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes, mixed with a touch of emotion.
The next moment, the large hands that had been fondling her breasts withdrew, then shoved her from behind. She cried out, "Ah!" and stumbled into Florence's arms as he rushed forward.
The hands had pulled her breasts away in the rush, dragging her undergarments as well, causing her large, firm breasts to slam against Florence's naked chest.
The skin pressed against his, a tingling, electric sensation shooting through her nipples, made Xue Tang involuntarily moan softly.
Suddenly, a familiar, unforgettable figure appeared behind Florence's shoulder.
Li Dong!
That big bad guy!
Xue Tang struggled to get out of Florence's arms, momentarily forgetting that her breasts were still full and bare, trembling slightly.
But she felt no longer insecure, because he was back. He… her big bad guy was back.
Xu Pengxuan leaped from the railing to the lower deck, and a helicopter roared off moments later.
Li Dong adjusted Xue Tang's evening gown and affectionately kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, I'm back."
After adjusting Xue Tang's gown to cover her breasts, he said to Florence, "Take good care of her."
He had to eliminate evil completely; he had to finish off Xu Pengxuan and Charles.
Therefore, he couldn't stay here. Although he recognized the man as Florence, who had been with Xue Tang before, Xue Tang seemed to trust him, and he had stood up for her earlier; he shouldn't be a bad person.
Leaving him to him for now should be fine.
The man nodded firmly. "Leave it to me."
Li Dong's figure flashed, quickly chasing after Xu Pengxuan...
Watching Li Dong's figure gradually disappear, Xue Tang, after a day of thrills and anxieties, finally relaxed. In the arms of the man she trusted, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep sweetly.
At this moment, a strange smile finally appeared on Floresalen's face.
It carried a faint hint of mockery.
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Inside the suite at the top of the cruise ship.
The soft sound of showering water could be heard.
Beside the soft, large bed that offered a direct view of the vast sea, a silk evening gown and two sheer brown stockings were draped. If you looked closely, you could also see two small nipple covers scattered on the floor.
In the bathroom.
A man with a physique like an ancient Greek statue was embracing a snow-white, voluptuous, and exquisitely proportioned body, both bathing in glistening raindrops under a high showerhead.
Two snow-white, plump, and delicate legs hung limply in the man's arms, seemingly powerless.
Their naked skin pressed together, so smooth that the raindrops barely touched it. Two round mounds pressed against the man's chest, even through the body, revealed their overflowing fullness, like the radiant curve of the moon.
A moment later, wet footprints appeared alongside the two conjoined, pale bodies.
The beauty was placed on the bed, her hair, still damp, glossy and smooth like silk, slightly dried.
Her large, round breasts swayed, their pink nipples rolling like snowdrifts, breathtakingly alluring.
His lower body was gracefully curved, with a rounded waist and full hips. His lower abdomen, with a slight, delicate curve, disappeared into his jade-like thighs, and his perfectly rounded mons pubis was without a single blemish.
Between his two snow-white thighs was a plump, soft, and tender vulva, its labia so full that they naturally formed a plump, peach-like curve without any external pressure.
From between the labia, a captivating peach-pink hue shone, still glistening with a translucent sheen even after just being washed.
He was Florence… or perhaps he could be called Charles, Xu Pengxuan.
He looked down at that muscular body, like a sculpture of ancient Greece, his erect penis even more impressive than his original body.
He nodded, and stepped onto the bed…
Gazing at the beautiful woman's alluring figure, a smug, mocking smile crept across his face once more.
All of this, of course, was a staged performance by him. He had swapped bodies with a blood relative of his own family.
The body Xing pursued, Xu Pengxuan, did indeed belong to Xu Pengxuan, but it was an empty shell implanted with the damaged consciousness of "Florence."
And all the actions of that body were secretly manipulated by him.
Swapping bodies is naturally difficult; a single misstep could lead to true annihilation. However, the experience of successfully swapping bodies once, coupled with the fact that Florence was someone he could cultivate for future body swaps, allowed him to succeed without serious harm!
The rewards of taking such a risk were enormous!
Florence pressed down, and Xue Tang's delicate body sank into the soft bed. Her two full breasts were pressed flat and rounded by his hard chest, the snow-white, smooth flesh peeking out from between her armpits.
Her two snow-white thighs were spread apart by his strong waist and hips. The beauty, already drowsy and further induced by a hallucinogen, suddenly stretched her jade-like neck, ruffled her silky hair, and her cherry lips involuntarily parted, letting out a soft moan like heavenly music.
Her pair of snow-white feet, smooth as lotus petals, bounced slightly upwards, and her slender, delicate, and translucent legs retracted—naturally resting on Florence's waist.
Her plump, large, and dazzlingly white buttocks were pressed into the soft silk bed, delicate and white, like precious jewels.
A firm, iron-like buttock pressed down, meeting hers like a millstone. Though her skin was white, it appeared rough and dark compared to Xue Tang's fair and translucent complexion.
A thick, thick penis parted her plump, white labia, stretching the opening into a moist ring of flesh, glistening with moisture.
The woman's tender vagina was extremely tight, like a winding, warm intestine being stretched open. The large penis was buried within, the soft, moist flesh squeezing and pinching against it, the pleasure intoxicating and bone-chilling.
But Florence didn't immediately begin thrusting. Instead, he kept his penis deep inside, as if familiarizing himself with something. After a while, he slowly began to move, his movements initially stiff, like a puppet on strings.
But after a dozen or so deep thrusts, his skill began to increase at a visible rate, as if he were familiarizing himself with every aspect of this body…
The large bed began to sway gently, his rock-hard buttocks arching and rising, from the initial measured five deep thrusts followed by one shallow one, to unrestrained, effortless thrusts, the varying pressure as subtle as a gazelle's horns.
"Ah, ah, oh!"
The quick, light thrusts made Xue Tang's waist twist and her hips tremble, her long eyelashes fluttering, fragrant sweat seeping out, her breath coming in disarray.