Yvette looked a bit troubled and said, "Dirk, isn't this inappropriate?"
"Sis, first for your health, and second, I used to peek at you showering when I was a kid, so I've already seen what your body looks like."
Dirk Carter's words dispelled Yvette Shaw's worries.
She pursed her lips.
Finally making up her mind, she took off the oversized T-shirt with both hands.
The scene in front of him made Dirk gasp.
It wasn't because of the bruise on her chest.
But rather, Yvette wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
The papaya-shaped breasts swayed, making them mouth-watering.
In Dirk's memory, he still remembered the time when he peeked at Yvette taking a bath.
Back then, Yvette's bunnies weren't as plump as they were now. It's hard to imagine what she's been eating these years to grow so well.
"Dirk."
Seeing Dirk not moving, Yvette called out shyly.
