Chapter 1330: Chapter 1325: Defeating the Enemy in One Move, Leaving No Chance for Counterattack
Josephine Hawthorne was an adult, so she didn’t have the natural shyness of a little girl. Her gaze fell on the camera, and she gently stroked it, her eyes filled with longing.
"Let’s record it once and see. If it looks good, we’ll record every time in the future. If not, we’ll delete it."
"Okay."
...
In the master bedroom upstairs, Harry Zachary found a suitable place to set up the camera, then the two of them went to take a shower.
Harry Zachary came out wrapped in a towel, Josephine Hawthorne was wrapped in a bathrobe with a towel around her head.
Before starting, Harry Zachary turned on the camera, then turned to hook Josephine Hawthorne’s waist full of extra flesh. She placed her hands on Harry Zachary’s chest and raised an eyebrow, "This time, I’ll take the initiative."
Harry Zachary was pushed onto the bed by Josephine Hawthorne, and the old woman pressed down on him like a toad, holding Harry Zachary’s face and kissing his lips incessantly.
Then she kissed downwards from his chin, leaving no spot on his neck and chest untouched.
With a flick of her tongue, she helped him once, and then teased herself before sitting on him.
Josephine Hawthorne had watched those kinds of films and knew the camera was pointed at her front. While moving, she deliberately mimicked the expressions she had seen, frowning, closing her eyes, biting her lip, making sure the recorded footage appeared both entranced and beautiful.
She actively suggested several positions, each time facing the camera, mimicking the coquettish cries of the women in the films she had seen, "More, more..." and Harry Zachary cooperated very well.
After an intense session, Josephine Hawthorne hurriedly asked Harry Zachary to replay the recorded footage. Watching her own enamored and exaggerated performance seemed to excite Josephine, as she snuggled up to Harry Zachary’s chest, watching and then pounced on him again...
Harry Zachary left the Hargrave Family’s residence almost at dawn, carrying the camera with a slightly tense expression on his face.
After getting into the passenger seat, he took out his mobile phone.
"Director Croft, I’ve already obtained one tape. Should I give it to you now, or wait until both are complete to send them together...
Okay, I got it, I’m on my way now."
In the study, Nicholas Croft was alone, leaning back in his chair, still facing the computer.
It was already past midnight, and Sophie Foster should be sound asleep.
Nicholas Croft crossed his arms over his chest, one hand covering his lips, his slightly narrowed eyes watching the footage on the computer screen.
The recording was very clear, Josephine Hawthorne’s well-preserved face was vividly visible, and her actions were wanton and frivolous — a fifty-year-old woman wasn’t any more reserved than the girls in the films.
She was actively direct and passionate, mainly due to an intense need...
After watching a short segment, Nicholas Croft closed the laptop. Such an exciting scene was only the first part; he was waiting for Harry Zachary to deliver the full episode. When ready, it would be broadcasted nationwide across the web.
This kind of thrilling film would undoubtedly cause quite a stir.
Unconsciously, Nicholas Croft’s lips curved into a smile.
He wasn’t the type of man to act rashly; when he struck, it was decisive, leaving no chance for his opponent to counterattack.
When returning to the guest room to rest, Nicholas Croft instinctively walked to the door of the master bedroom, grasped the handle and twisted it, finding it still locked. Ever since Hannah Hargrave was hospitalized, Sophie Foster wouldn’t let him return to the master bedroom, hugging Panda Eyes every night while he, the man of the house, became a forsaken creature.
He exhaled heavily and had no choice but to return to the guest room, wondering when his Lara would finally "favor" him again.
