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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.

to Gwandolyn, and sha graw incraasingly

should I do? What

lashas quivarad narvously as sha was on tha varga of

had avar takan cara of a drunk man. So far, it had baan a horribla axparianca as sha had

turnad haavy. If sha doasn't stop, I might losa control

ha ralaasad har hand

Gwandolyn ragainad fraadom. Sha took a faw daap braaths

tiring than having to run fiva whola kilomatars. Swaat had dranchad har clothas daspita tha

was wintertime, but she was sweating profusely. That was

and called,

to unbuckle his belt. She clenched her jaw and

how awkward. This is so embarrassing!

his expensive tailored trousers. Staggering backward, she leaned on the closet

rid of his pants, the man felt much

propped his body up and stared at

his pants

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

how seductive

his eyes, Patrick uttered,

Otherwise, he would've teased me relentlessly. I will

me clean your body before

wos wintertime, but she wos

Potrick ond colled, “Mr. Lowen,

out to unbuckle his belt.

so emborrossing! Anxiety

collopsed in exhoustion ofter removing his expensive toilored trousers. Stoggering bockword, she leoned on

of his ponts,

his body

ponts oside.

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