The Coercion of Scum

"Um... hey?"

After I looked at Sydney, I screamed.

Because she was wearing a bathrobe rather than a bathrobe.

The clothes are thin and look like the clothes worn by Japanese female ninjas. The red bottom and white sides are high slits. The deep V design makes the **** easy to run out, and the smooth and white thighs show 80%.

Stepping on slippers barefoot, Sydney's hair was still stained with water, and she tilted her head and showed a pure smile.

"It's so novel. I didn't expect the bathrobe after the shower to look like this. It's also very distinctive."

When she scratched her head, the clothes that clung to her body just rightly emphasized her developing green curves.

I feel dry mouth and tongue for a while.

The line of reason is about to break.

And Sydney had walked to my side unsuspectingly, holding the skirt with her hand.

"Oh, but the skirt is so short as expected...ah-"

When she didn't react, I had put my hand on her shoulder, and then slightly pushed her onto the bed.

We just looked at each other in the posture of a man above and a woman below.

The round bed underneath also made a dull sound in accordance with the atmosphere.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff.

The heart beats so fast.

What am i doing?

When I reacted, I had already pushed her down.

(No problem, she has such a weak personality, and the atmosphere is like this, and she is dressed like this, did she ask for it herself?)

Infinite dark emotions emerged from the bottom of my heart, urging me to make this happen.

"Senior..."

Sydney's eyes widened, and she was motionless as if she was repeatedly given a holding spell, looking at me with a panic expression.

She is so cute.

After the shower, the young girl's scent tempted me all-pervasively, and she could feel the moist and greasy skin of her skin just through the clothes.

Because we are completely attached to each other, I can even hear her violent heartbeat.

My mind became more and more confused, and my thinking ability was almost completely deprived.

The entire fundus reflected the girl at a loss.

What am i doing? where am I? who am I?

The reason is stripped, I feel that I am about to degenerate into the original me, purely a human, not bound by the rules of the world, nor limited by Zhu Zeyu's sexual structure, but a true "person" who does whatever he wants.

Driven by this primitive desire, I approached Sydney.

Her lips are so soft and moist, if you kiss them, they will be like pudding.

"Senior!"

She raised her voice again and looked at me with moist eyes.

I only regained my sense a little after being called by her.

It turns out that Sydney is irresistible and unable to resist.

At this moment, her wrists are tightly held by me, and my knees are between her legs, so her hands and feet are in a state of helplessness. All she can do is twist her waist helplessly and rub me with her lower abdomen. This kind of action It has no other effect except adding fuel to the fire.

But she is calling me.

What does that mean? Let me not want it.

This should be the case. After all, girls will subconsciously remain reserved, especially in the case of such a sneak attack, they will definitely be reluctant to——

"Yes."

——! ! !

The line of sanity is completely broken.

Sydney under me slightly opened her lips, exhaling a fragrant breath.

At the same time, she seemed to have accepted her fate, and her rigid body was completely relaxed.

At this moment, her shoulder-length hair is spreading under her body like a blooming flower, and there is no painful expression on her peaceful face, but her eyes are closed nervously.

"Sorry, I don't know what I am doing anymore... There is no way for the senior to get angry..."

"..."

Hearing her self-blame, I took a deep breath.

How exactly can this person be defined is really puzzling.

No, the most puzzling is myself.

Knowing that Sydney was stupid, weak-tempered, and less wary, she still followed me stupidly.

What do you mean now, do you have to experience how soft the bed here is?

"Senior... This is the first time... I may not please you... I'm sorry first..."

Her expression became very depressed, as if something had gone out, her eyes were dizzy, her mouth was whispering like this, and she turned her head.

Looking at that melancholy face, something in my heart was touched.

What a familiar feeling.

Once upon a time, Jasmine was pressed by me in the same way, and then she showed a sad expression.

At that time, I was completely on the ground, without considering her feelings.

But why am I hesitating now...

Why do I now learn to consider the feelings of others.