The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

Inside the helmet is a pre-prepared voice changer, and the voice now sounds like a Cybertron who has just learned to speak coherently.

The small room of about two square meters was just me and Kelsey, and the furnishings here were simple, just a few wardrobes with a one-man tall full-length mirror in the middle.

I reached out and stroked her hair back to her head, stroking down her snow-white neck, imitating the security guard on TV gently kneading every corner that I should have thought suspicious, the air was filled with a faint citrus fragrance, the plump flesh was warm and soft, just such a simple touch was enough to make people's blood run, there was a small decorative pocket on the chest of the suit, in order to play to the end, I had to poke a few fingers into it, the elastic touch was full and soft, like a girl waiting to be released.

She snorted expressionlessly, her body trembled slightly, her back stiffened, and I quickly pulled my hand out.

I had no choice but to touch down her forearm, smooth her palms, admire the slender and beautiful fingers, then caress her thin waist from the back, lift the hem of the blouse and reach into the pocket of her pants, gently touch the soft and delicate legs, as if to stimulate her, and caress back and forth.

"What are you doing?"

Her tone was flat and calm, and there was no emotion in her eyes when she looked at me, as if I was a bug with no self-awareness, and asking questions was just my unwillingness to comprehend the insect's thinking.

"It's a normal security check, Kelsey... Lady. "

I almost called out the doctor because of my mouth fetish, and I couldn't help but shiver

"... Is it? She paused, silently staring at her lifeless face in the metal mask, her little white ears twitching slightly.

"Please hurry, we're in a hurry."

I changed my previous gentle touch, put my hand into the black trouser tube and tried my best to stroke the tight and smooth calf, until my hand and her whole leg were slightly warm, I reluctantly relaxed my strength, and every time she looked down at me, I had to pretend to be tired and touch the ground more vigorously to show that I was working hard.

Her eyes were so cold, like the top glacier in the snowfield with a deep cold, but her body was as warm and soft as a girl who didn't know anything about the world, even with a little childishness.

I asked her to sit down in front of me, took off her shoes in the disdainful and reluctant gaze of those eyes, held the small women's leather shoes to her face and pretended to observe, and hurriedly took this opportunity to come to her nose and smell the faint incense with the smell of sweat, the summer seaside weather is still very hot, the bright sun is viciously scorching all the creatures on the earth, and it is also a strong charming smell that is close at hand, and the breathless sweat acid is like a blow to the head that almost sent me to a paradise in another world, That extremely meager faint body fragrance quietly showed its presence when I was dying, like a kind angel with wings that pulled me back from the brink of life and death.

After smelling for a long time, the nose seems to be paralyzed, and the smell that originally smoked the eyes suddenly burst into bursts of fragrance, causing people to linger and feel a lot of emotion.

I had an erosive expression on my face, and I was gently rubbing against the little shoe through my helmet.

She seemed completely incomprehensible to my actions, her right eyelid jumping in confusion and surprise, and I sometimes thanked her for her incomprehension and indifference, otherwise I might have done it by now, and my

lame mechanical synthesized voice sounded again in the chamber of the undead.

"It's rude, at the boss's need, I need it next..."