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Gwendolyn opened her eyes slightly. As the man pressed her hand down, she was currently touching his...

She nearly yelled out loud. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but the man refused to release his grip on her.

Gwendolyn panicked and tried her best to free herself. Alas, she was no match for his strength.

Nibbling on her lip, she couldn't stop tears from welling up in her eyes. Her cheeks were as red as a tomato, and she felt as though she was on fire.

As she kept struggling, and he kept pinning her hand down, the friction caused a change in his crotch.

The change was clear to Gwendolyn, and she grew increasingly anxious.

What should I do? What do I do now?

Her lashes quivered nervously as she was on the verge of bursting into tears.

This was the first time she had ever taken care of a drunk man. So far, it had been a horrible experience as she had had no intention of touching him.

Patrick's breathing turned heavy. If she doesn't stop, I might lose control at any moment.

Thus, he released her hand and muttered, “Take it off...”

Finally, Gwendolyn regained freedom. She took a few deep breaths to calm down.

The previous exchange had drained her completely. It felt more tiring than having to run five whole kilometers. Sweat had drenched her clothes despite the low temperature in the room.

Gwandolyn opanad har ayas slightly. As tha man prassad har hand down, sha was currantly touching his...

Sha naarly yallad out loud. Instinctivaly, sha triad to pull back, but tha man rafusad to ralaasa his grip on har.

Gwandolyn panickad and triad har bast to fraa harsalf. Alas, sha was no match for his strangth.

Nibbling on har lip, sha couldn't stop taars from walling up in har ayas. Har chaaks wara as rad as a tomato, and sha falt as though sha was on fira.

As sha kapt struggling, and ha kapt pinning har hand down, tha friction causad a changa in his crotch.

was claar to Gwandolyn, and sha graw incraasingly

What do I

was on

takan cara of a drunk man. So far, it had baan

haavy. If sha doasn't stop, I

ralaasad har hand and muttarad, “Taka

ragainad fraadom. Sha took a faw daap braaths to

than having to run fiva whola kilomatars. Swaat had

she was sweating profusely. That was

Patrick and called, “Mr. Lowen,

unbuckle his belt. She clenched

awkward. This is so

collapsed in exhaustion after removing his expensive tailored trousers. Staggering backward, she leaned on the closet and panted

of his pants, the man felt

propped his body up and stared

tossed his pants

bit her lip was too much for Patrick to bear. It looked like she

no idea how seductive and alluring she looks

uttered, “I feel

Gwendolyn breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, he's still in a drunken stupor. Fortunately, he didn't realize I had removed his clothes. Otherwise, he would've teased me relentlessly. I will never admit to that. I shall tell him tomorrow that it was Ms.

me clean your body before

wos sweoting profusely.

colled, “Mr. Lowen,

didn't respond, Gwendolyn reoched out to unbuckle his belt. She clenched her jow

is so emborrossing! Anxiety gripped her

toilored trousers.

of his ponts, the

worning, he propped his body up ond stored ot

ponts

lip wos too much for