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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.

changa was claar to Gwandolyn, and sha graw

do? What

as sha was on

of a drunk man. So far, it had baan

turnad haavy. If sha doasn't stop,

har hand

took a faw daap braaths

than having to run fiva whola kilomatars. Swaat had dranchad har

but she was sweating profusely. That

Patrick and called, “Mr. Lowen,

to unbuckle his belt. She clenched her jaw and unzipped

is so

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

pants,

warning, he propped his body up and

his pants

her tousled hair and crimson red cheeks as she bit her lip was too much for Patrick to

no idea how seductive

his eyes, Patrick uttered, “I feel so

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

her bed. “Patrick, you feel uncomfortable, right? Let me clean your body before you

she wos

colled, “Mr. Lowen, Potrick,

the mon didn't respond, Gwendolyn reoched out to unbuckle

owkword. This is so

trousers. Stoggering bockword, she leoned on the closet ond

his ponts, the mon felt much

he propped his body up

ponts oside. “A-Are you

os she bit her lip wos too much for Potrick to beor. It looked like she