Luke watched with great interest. His cheap sister-in-law didn't have big breasts, but that didn't stop her good figure and good temperament.
Her act of looking for tips had caused one shoulder of her dress to slide down, revealing a large chunk of her snow-white and smooth pectoral muscles.
He was certain that Margaret hadn't been carrying any hundred-dollar bills on her today.
Elena helped Margaret adjust her clothes and didn't even bother to look at a certain someone next to her.
They were too familiar with each other.
Luke was always the first "bystander" when the two women modeled each other's paintings and photos.
Besides, given Margaret's trust in Luke, even if he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, the silly girl would be the first to open the door in surprise.
As a great man once said, there was no such thing as pure friendship between a man and a woman.
Nothing had ever happened between Margaret and her "good friend" Luke. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that he didn't have the intention.
Margaret, on the other hand, asked Elena a lot of questions about Luke when they slept together, and even did some "indescribable" things when they were drunk.
That wasn't unusual in America.
According to some surveys, 30% of female friends did indescribable things, and more than 80% of them crossed the line.
But Elena knew very well that Margaret's sexual orientation was normal.
She might have only done that because she imagined Elena to be someone else.
Of course, the two women had done even more outrageous things in the circle of artists, and this "drunken gaffe" was already very pure.
After that, they tacitly forgot about it.
Elena had never tried to stop Luke from meeting Margaret.
She and Luke had a special relationship to begin with, and Margaret and Luke knew each other.
Besides, given Margaret's innocent personality, it would be a long time before she took the initiative to do anything, and Luke wouldn't accept it.
So, turning a blind eye was also a way of getting along with friends.
After the "tip" episode, the trio's beach "dinner" continued.
Margaret was in high spirits since it was rare for her to "camp out," and she had a good friend with her.
Luke had no choice but to "retrieve" another bottle of red wine for his sister-in-law's black skin.
In the meantime, he had only done it as a gesture, and one and a half of the two bottles of red wine went into the stomachs of the two female artists, most of which were consumed by Margaret.
The night was getting darker, and the guests who were playing by the seaside had basically disappeared.
Marguerite was already drunk with a flushed face. Her body was covered with two large bath towels as she lay there snoring loudly. From time to time, she would even smack her lips, just like Peggy who had eaten her fill and was sleepy.
On the side, Luke and Elena hugged each other.
The two of them shared a large bath towel and shared the last half of the red wine in a glass.
The artist, who was quite drunk but still basically sober, couldn't help but whisper in Luke's ear, "You usually let us drink one bottle at most. Why are there two bottles today? Tell me, are you trying to get me drunk and take the opportunity to do that to Mary? "
Luke reached out to comfort the agitated female artist with an aggrieved expression. "Why did you say it the other way around?"
Elena was surprised. Then, she exclaimed, "Asshole, do you want us to get you drunk, hehehe?"
Luke chuckled and shook his head in satisfaction at the female artist's "wit." "Of course … not. I just want to get Mary drunk and do that to you. "
Elena put on a horrified expression. "Ah, you beast!"
Her hands were still covering her chest pitifully, but the straps on her dress had completely slipped off as she moved, revealing her perfect upper body.
On the deserted beach late at night, only Luke, who was close at hand, could enjoy such a beautiful view.
In the face of the female artist's passionate performance, he had to cooperate fully.
With a devilish grin on his face, he grasped her chin and brought her closer.
They could hear each other's breath. "It's useless, woman. Nobody will come to save you even if you scream your throat out. So, you're mine tonight. "
The female artist didn't know what Luke was saying. She simply struggled with all her might, only to fall into his "clutches" even faster.
The sound of the tide gradually rang out in the night on the beach.
…
The female artist's resistance against the "brutality" didn't succeed in the end.
Even though she insisted on taking the initiative and gained a temporary upper hand, she still lost to Luke's strong chest in the end.
Her petite and plump body was like a doll as she was lightly held in his arms.
Elena didn't forget to cover her mouth with a corner of the towel hanging down from her shoulder so that her cries wouldn't disturb Margaret next to her.
She and Luke had a "history" before — on a certain Christmas Eve, they had almost scared a patrolling security guard crazy in Paland Academy's dormitory.
Luke had also used Life One over the years, and had taught Elena Qi Refinement in the real dream. Her physique was several times stronger than that of an ordinary woman's.
This strengthening of her physique could only keep her awake for a little longer, so that she wouldn't start calling for God so soon. Her body, however, was honestly weak.
But her body, which was as warm as jade and as hot as fire, didn't decrease in the slightest.
The stars twinkled in the night sky, the waves on the beach, and the beautiful woman in his arms. It was a perfect night trip.
The female artist gradually lost control, and Luke could only cover her cries with his mouth.
At that moment, the faint sound of a motor came from the distant sea.
Luke didn't think much of it.
In Long Island, there were too many rich people who had yachts and were keen on sailing them.
But a few minutes later, his ears twitched, and he finally shifted his attention away from Elena.
His hearing, which had been restricted to twice that of a normal person, returned to normal, and he looked in the direction of the noise.
In the blink of an eye, a strange expression appeared on his face.
Amidst the sound of water breaking, a figure stood up from the surface of the sea and strode toward the beach.
The person was very fast, and stood on the beach ten meters away from Luke in ten seconds.
However, the darkness made it impossible for her to notice Luke and the others … Hm, or maybe it was her anger that made her not pay attention to what was happening on the beach.
She just raised her hands high, stretched out two fingers in the middle, and gestured toward the sea. She even rapped, "You bunch of idiots, if you want to f * ck me, go home and find your mother. Don't think you're so great just because you're rich. I don't even have a boyfriend …"
Luke was lost for words. Fine, I don't need this rap. I know very well how good your tongue is.
But he didn't say anything for the time being. Instead, he activated Elementary Sound Wave and listened to the conversation on the yacht a hundred meters away.
In just a minute, he roughly understood what was going on. He coughed and reminded the person who was cursing furiously that there were still people here.
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