His hand slipped over her, the red short gown, leaving her with nothing underneath except her panties.
His hands went through her right shoulder, and every attempt to massage, he felt a lump more or less a mole, yet he continued to massage her regardless of everything.
His touch sent an electric jolt over her skin, she arched her back as she felt her mind shouting that she pushed the man away, but her body refused to comply.
Surprisingly, she was enjoying the burning sensation of whatever the man was doing to her and wished it never ended.
It felt as though she was captivated by a spell.
"You are so soft," the man muttered in a whisky voice. His lips trailed along her jawline down to her neckline, taking off her bra to give him access to her breast. One hand moved farther up to cup he
