Despite this, I could clearly see Henry's face. He looked at the camera with a doting expression. The video then panned down to show Henry's hands stroking a pair of sexy legs, occasionally pinching them. The owner of the legs said coquettishly, "Henry, you are so bad."
I heard Henry chuckle, "You like it too, don't you?"
In the background, someone was whistling and teasing that even Mr. Johnson couldn't resist the temptation of beautiful women.
Suddenly, a familiar voice broke in. It was Henry's best friend, Howard Stewart. "Henry, don't make too much trouble. What if Wendy finds out?"
Henry's eyes turned mocking. "Even if Wendy were standing naked in front of me right now, I would feel nothing."
I was a little breathless, and the laughter in the video felt like slaps to my face.
The girl in Henry's arms said with a sweet smile, "Henry, you hurt me last night."
"Where?"
"Here, feel it..."
My ears rang briefly, and I couldn't catch the rest of the words in the video.
No wonder he claimed he was too tired when I invited him earlier.
It turned out, even if I were standing naked in front of him now, he wouldn't be turned on.