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Will They Be Swollen”

Will They Be Swollen?

“Stop, stop, stop! This guy doesn’t care who he marries. Even if he wants to become a real couple with me, he probably just wants an heir. Then he won’t need to worry about his parents pressuring him!” she thought to hersell

Sigrid hurriedly pushed him away and got out of the tub to get her clothes. “Take your

I’ll give you some privacy,” she said.

The maid had placed the clothes several meters away from the bath. Sigrid looked at them and then turned her head to see that George was still staring at her. She bit her lip with a red face. She thought that even if she asked, he would not harm around, so she turned her back to him and continued walking straight across the room.

She silently reassured herself that there was no one behind her!

When he saw her back glistening with water droplets, George’s eyes dukened.

He was sure that this silly girl wouldn’t get up in front of him without my clothes on, so he hadn’t stopped her. He hadn’t expected that she would be so bold that she dared to

‘In’t she afraid that I’ll really do something to her? he pondered.

In fact, Sigrid was very nervous. She wanted to put on her pajamas, but her body was still dripping wet. The soles of her feet were wet as well, and she was moving so quickly that she slipped. She fell awkwardly to the flour with a thud.

Sigrid was in such pain that her little face was scrunched. It would have been better to walk slowly. Now she had to suffer being watched by him for a little longer

George was alarmed and hurried over to her. “Did you hurt yourself?

“My chest hurts.” Sigrid groaned she felt that nearly the entire weight of her body was pressing on her chest and was about to crush her!

George was speechless. He wanted to tend to her injury. Why did she tempt hi

He got up out of the bath and lifted her up. Sigrid instinctively covered her hody, her her hands were too small to cover her

Seeing this attempt at half–concealing, George’s breathing became header and heater. He could only force himself to bear it by shifting his gaze from her to keep from losing control

“This little girl is really a kind of aphrodisiac.”

George carried her to the bed and covered her with a thin quilt. “Does it still bun? Can I massage it for you!

Sigrid blushed. “You wish!” she shot back “Give me a massage? It’s my breasts that hurt!

Seeing her blushing face, George realized that what he’d said just now was not decent, but he didn’t explain. He just said, Seeing him walk straight into the bathroom like that, Sigrid’s eyes tell en hom

go get your a tow

Just now when he’d lifted her off the floor, she could feel the strong muscles on his body. Now, just looking at his back she could see that he must have been exercising regularly. This morning she had wholeheartedly wanted to know whether he was wearing any clothes and she forgot in poke him with her fingers.

George quickly came out of the bathroom. This time he had wrapped himself in a bath towel. Sigrid looked at the bath towel that could cover her entirely from her armpits to her buttocks but covered him only from his waist to his thighs. She couldn’t help but marvel at how long his legs were.

He took a towel and patted the wet hair on the back of her neck. Then he asked, “Does it still hurt? Will they be swollen?

Sigrid’s face, which had only just cooled down, burned redder “It’s none of your business!”

‘If her breasts were swollen wouldn’t they be even bigger?” he mused.