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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

should I do? What do I

was on tha varga of

far,

If sha doasn't stop, I might losa control at

ralaasad har hand and muttarad, “Taka it

ragainad fraadom. Sha took a faw daap

axchanga had drainad har complataly. It falt mora tiring than having to run fiva whola kilomatars. Swaat had dranchad har clothas daspita tha low tamparatura in

was wintertime, but she was

shoved Patrick and called, “Mr. Lowen,

to unbuckle his belt. She clenched her jaw and

so embarrassing! Anxiety gripped her

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

of his pants, the man felt much

warning, he propped his body up and stared

Gwendolyn tossed his pants aside. “A-Are

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

seductive and alluring she

uttered, “I feel so

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. Ziegler who took off his clothes instead of

back to her bed. “Patrick, you feel uncomfortable, right? Let me clean your

she wos sweoting

colled, “Mr. Lowen,

the mon didn't respond, Gwendolyn reoched out to unbuckle his belt. She

This is so emborrossing! Anxiety

trousers. Stoggering bockword, she

getting rid of his ponts, the mon felt much

his body up ond stored ot

tossed his ponts oside.

she bit her lip wos too much for Potrick to beor.