Faith Hendrix's figure is quite voluptuous.
Those two peaks showed not a hint of sagging despite her age.
No wonder someone like Yorick Hall is so captivated by her; she definitely has her own charms.
At that moment.
Her soaked clothes tightly clung to those peaks.
The two grapes on the summit were faintly visible, showing she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath.
Her lower body was even more revealing.
The snugly fitting clothes adhered perfectly between her legs.
Compared to the average person, the outline of a more luscious abalone was sketched out.
At a glance, you could tell she comes from a "wealthy family."
Dirk Carter didn't intend to peek.
But this sight was thrust upon him; he couldn't help but look.
Quickly, he averted his eyes.
Taking the clothes Faith Hendrix handed him, he said, "Thank you, Sister Faith, I'll change in the bathroom."
"Why go to the bathroom? No need to be so formal in front of Sister Faith. Come on, let me help you take it off."
