novelraw Chapter 444 444: Holding One’s Head High
Chapter 444 444: Holding One’s Head High
As soon as the words were spoken.
The two women exchanged a look, suddenly embraced each other, lips meeting in a fervent and torrential deep kiss.
Anyone else witnessing this scene.
Would surely be shocked.
Aren't these two women?
However, at the sight before him, Jeff Hughes' eyes gleamed, watching intently.
With his legs crossed, smoking a cigar, he couldn't be more content.
The red lips of the two women were glued together.
Their hands were not idle either.
Each hand was caressing and fondling the other's body.
During this process.
The thin clothes on their bodies fell to the ground.
Each of their large white breasts pressed together, making quite a spectacular scene.
The four massive breasts tangled together, squeezing and deforming each other, causing Jeff Hughes to repeatedly swallow, indicating he was beginning to feel something.
The "collision" of their upper bodies concluded.
The two women sat on the ground together.
Each spread their legs toward Jeff Hughes' direction.
Two beautiful petals began to bloom before Jeff Hughes.
Their hands reached between the other's legs, roaming and traversing between the petals...
Before long, glistening "dew drops" began to emerge.
This scene, the impact was simply too strong.
"You've kissed with your upper mouths, shouldn't you also kiss with the lower one?"
Jeff Hughes suggested.
The two women understood.
Sitting face to face.
Each straightened their backs, extended their legs to bring the two petals face to face.
The tender Blossom Haney also came into intimate contact.
Under their mutual influence, they intertwined, rubbed...
At the same time, murmuring sounds emerged from both their throats, their facial expressions twisted, such vivid and fragrant imagery, causing Jeff Hughes to put down his cigar, slowly stand up, walk in front of the two women, squat down, staring intently at the unique "meeting of lips," swallowing hard, he reached out his hand...
As if they had received some kind of signal.
The two women stopped their actions.
Grasping Jeff Hughes' hand, they stood up from the ground.
One in front and the other behind, like a sandwich, they squeezed Jeff Hughes in the middle, their breasts pressed tightly against his body, allowing his hands to ravage their bare bodies.
At that moment.
Jeff Hughes finally couldn't bear it.
He spread his arms.
The two women tactfully removed his clothes, piece by piece.
A grand scene of a lone dragon with two phoenixes finally unfolded...
Half an hour of fierce battle ended.
The three white bodies entangled together, lying on the carpeted floor.
Each panting heavily.
At that moment, Jeff Hughes' soul had already reached the heights of clouds.
Mansion, piles of money, beauties.
All these, a man's lifelong pursuits, finally encompassed in his hands at this moment, the sense of exhilaration was simply intoxicating.
In his mind, another scene suddenly appeared.
Jeff Hughes was born in the countryside of Gildan City.
The family had five siblings, he was the eldest.
In that communal dining era, his parents had to earn work points in the production team, so taking care of the younger siblings naturally fell to him as the eldest.
Sometimes, he even had to help his parents with housework.
Even so.
The Hughes Family was still the poorest in the village.
At 16, his father was killed by a stone while repairing a river in the production team.
By the end of the same year, his mother succumbed to exhaustion and left the world.
At just 16, he bore the heavy burden of the family, the five siblings depending on each other, barely surviving on empty stomachs.
The year the college entrance exam was reinstated.
Jeff Hughes unhesitatingly took the exam.
Fortunately.
He was admitted to a college in Altheim City, the provincial capital.
The day before departure.
The village elders all came.
Some brought eggs, others rice, every household, giving him monetary gifts ranging from fifty to five dollars.
That day, 15 tables were set for the graduation banquet.
The drinks were cheap yellow wine, the main dish was boiled peanuts brought by the villagers.
Everyone ate happily, laughed happily too.
At the end of the banquet, Jeff Hughes gave three kowtows to these folks, telling them that one day, he would make a name for himself, certainly repay all those who had helped him.
From a minor office worker after graduation.
To becoming Koryn City's top leader today.
This path took him over twenty years.
Today, he felt a sense of fulfillment for the first time, also tasted the sweetness of power.
At this moment, whether deserved or not, he had it all.
Thinking of this.
He seemed to regain infinite strength.
He kneaded the large white breast in the woman's arms with force, boldly saying: "You two, stick your butts up, I want another round..."
While Jeff Hughes indulged in boundless pleasure.
In a small eatery at the corner of Koryn City's old town.
A man in a suit was leisurely drinking tofu pudding.
This man was Boone Jacobson, who had just left the Municipal Committee Compound.
Boone Jacobson, 50 years old, chairman of Koryn City's Garland Real Estate Group.
Koryn City's outstanding entrepreneur.
An eminent philanthropist in Koryn City.
...
A man of many titles, he is a renowned figure in Koryn City.
His splendid attire formed a stark contrast to the eatery's old-fashioned decor.
"Mr. Jacobson, is it delicious?"
The owner of the small eatery, an elderly man, wiped his hands on a dirty apron and asked respectfully.
"Uncle Chang, it still tastes like my childhood, if I don't eat it for a while, I miss it terribly, none of the new places can compare to your craftsmanship."
Boone Jacobson replied with a cheerful smile.
The owner, known as Uncle Chang, smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Jacobson, once you've finished this bowl, this shop will be closing down."
Boone Jacobson was taken aback.
He put down the spoon.
Asked, "Why?"
Uncle Chang said, "Mr. Jacobson, to be honest, with the city's eastward expansion, young people have all moved to Eastborough, there's no one left here, this shop doesn't make much money anymore, continuing means operating at a loss."
Boone Jacobson nodded.
Asked, "Uncle Chang, how much does this shop make in a year?"
Uncle Chang, smiling, replied, "Not much, about thirty thousand, just enough to get by."
Boone Jacobson nodded.
He glanced at a bodyguard standing at the door.
The bodyguard understood.
Walked to the car, opened the door, and retrieved a stack of cash.
Boone Jacobson took it and placed it in front of Uncle Chang, saying, "Uncle Chang, here's fifty thousand, enough for another year, right?"
"Mr. Jacobson, I can't accept this, I didn't mean it that way..."
Uncle Chang quickly declined.
Boone Jacobson forced it into his hand, saying, "Uncle Chang, you can keep your shop open, whenever I stop wanting to eat, you can close down then."
"Eh!"
Receiving the money, Uncle Chang was moved to tears, old tears slowly falling...
"Clap, clap, clap,"
At this moment.
The sound of slow clapping came from the doorway.
Then, a woman's voice said, "What a heartwarming scene—"