My heart is beating hard.
It's been quite long since our last kiss. I feel so dizzy that I can hardly think.
The air in my lungs is reducing, but I can start to think.
I push Frances away and frown, "Frances, are you out of your mind? What are you doing?"
His kiss used to be sweet and warm to me.
But it's different now.
He's already been with Hilda. How could I be so intimate with a man who's already had a beloved?
He followed the impulse to kiss me, which I don't want.
I didn't expect that Frances would become such a casual guy.
If he can kiss me when Hilda and he are married, then he'll kiss any other woman.
I don't like what I'm seeing.
I wipe my mouth hard with a look of disgust.
I do feel sick.
I think all the intimacies that don't come out of love are disgusting.
Frances’ gaze becomes sharp.
Sensing his frosty stare, I'm scared and step back.
I wanna escape from the place, but I fail.
It's been long, but I still can't help being scared when facing Frances.
His gaze becomes frostier.
I swallow and dart a tentative look at him, "Frances, what are you gonna...?"
Before I can finish my sentence, Frances reaches out his hand towards me and tears my clothes off
abruptly.
I shudder as my smooth skin is exposed to the air.
But I feel more frightened than cold.
I can clearly sense the familiar glitter in Frances’ eyes.
That's...lust.
"Frances, don't... don't do that."
I step back as I'm saying it to him.
Giving a sneer at me, he's getting closer to me.
He reaches out his hand towards my back and unbuttons my bra.
I subconsciously cover my chest and keep shaking my head.
"Don't ... please... don't."
Intimacies are sweet for those who are in love.
But it means humiliation for me now.
I can't stand him doing it to me when he doesn't have a thing for me anymore.
Now he really is an embarrassment to me.
Ignoring my rejection, he carries me in his arms and directly places me on the bed.
His sturdy body comes over and swallows all my rejections.
I can hardly resist his lingering and overbearing kiss.
My body becomes jelly, and it also turns to be hot because of her kiss.
He knows so well of my body, so each touch of him can hold me spellbound.
I can feel the wetness from my precious part, and my body becomes hot.
I keep saying no to myself in my heart, but my body doesn't follow my heart.
And then he takes off my underpants.
When he's pressing his hot manhood at my entrance, I can't help trembling.
What should I do? Can't I really stop him?
"Frances, don't... don't."
My voice sounds a bit hoarse, since the passion clouds me.
This kind of rejections sounds more like a warm welcome to myself.
Frances touches my precious area and show me my wetness with a chuckle.
"Are you sure you wanna stop?"
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