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You Were Very Fassionate Last Nig

You Were Very… Passionate Last Night

Sigrid seemed to hear her own heart beating violently. She was clearly nervous. If George wasn’t wearing underwear,

“No, no, I don’t want to think about it!” she said to herself.

When her hand was about to reach the private part of his anatomy, a big hand stopped her. She was startled Sigifil locked up. Imet the man’s burning eyes

Unlike his sleepy eyes when he’d woken up the last time, Inday they were interise enough to theli ice. They were like the eyes of a hungry beast eyeing his delicious prey. Sigrid swallowed “You’re awake.”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse and sexy. At the sound of just is one word, Sigrid blushed. For some reason, some shameful images sprang into her mind.

She wanted to pull back her hand as if nothing hat happened, but he wouldn’t let it go. He kept pressing her hand onto its abdominal muscles, not letting her move it up or down, nor letting her pull it away.

Sigrid was about to start crying her ears out,

‘I know it’s wrong, I’ll stop touching you! Why are you keeping my hand there? she thought to hersell,

“Where did you want to touch just now George Inquired.

Her face tumed red. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t dare to look at him. “No_no, I was hest stretching and accidentally touched you there. I didn’t mean to!” “Bally.” He obviously didn’t believe it “Then why so slow, and why continue to move your hand lower. Do you want it?”

She quickly shook her head and said, “I don’t have any physical ends]”

“Then why?” he asked.

# was just curious whether you were wearing any clothes, because don’t have any clothes on.

The man’s mouth curved slightly. “I’m not wearing anything. You were very passionate last night”

Sigrid opened her alluring eyes wide in disbelief and looked at him.

Why did that sound so dirty? Especially this early in the morning, with them both lying theren“ked,

She’d gotten drunk last night. Had she done something? Why did he use the term passionate to describe her?

Sigrid’s little head was full of seductive images.

Version 1: After getting drunk, she’d turned into a sex maniac. When George came in, she couldn’t resist his good looks and started molesting him. George had found himself helpless against the young girl’s adences. He had been stripped naked and she had neapd him.

Version 2: After getting drunk, she’d become unhappy with Edward and Rebecca’s lewd display of love in front of her, so she turned into a sadistic b*tch who wanted to abuse men and had rawged him. The battle was very intense and it was likely that she was on top and he was on the bottom, which may have given him the impression she was

No matter which version it was, she was too ashamed to see anyone!

“Let’s get dressed first and then talk!” with that, Sigrid stood up holding the quilt tightly against her body. Catching sight of George’s underwear lying there on the quilt. She blasted, picked it up and quickly tossed it to George.

The

Where was her underwe

She looked around and only saw her dress. Her panties were nowhere to be found.

“Are you looking for these?

Sigrid looked and saw that on the man’s slender finger were hanging her Black Red Lacy Panties!