The spacious and tidy bed, exuding a luxurious European aristocratic temperant, was illuminated by two dim and cozy bedside lamps, making the entire room appear ambiguous yet warm, evoking an urge to lie down and sleep comfortably.
"Click!" With a nervous sound, Margaret tightly closed the door and locked it, pressing her back against it while panting, her face flushed as she bit her lips and trembled. "You... what do you want?"
Harry leisurely walked around the bedroom, admiring it, then turned to look at Margaret with a lustful grin. "What do I want? Don’t you already know, Mrs. Margaret? Hmm? You brought to your bedroom. Doesn’t that an you’re ready to have a good ti with ? Hmm?"
As he spoke, Harry moved closer to Margaret again.
Seeing Harry’s lewd expression and burning gaze, Margaret imdiately shrank back in fear, pressing herself into the corner as she nervously pleaded, "No!... You... don’t co any closer!! You... stay away!!... I... I didn’t an it like that! I brought you here just so no one else would see you!! You... stay back!!"
"Earlier, I told you to wash yourself and wait for . Did you do it? Hmm? My little darling~" Harry suddenly lunged at Margaret, who had no escape, wrapping his arms around her slender waist as he narrowed his eyes in enjoynt, inhaling deeply to savor her intoxicating feminine fragrance, his face filled with intoxication.
"I... I did!..." Margaret shafully whimpered, closing her eyes. As soon as the words left her lips, her face burned even redder with humiliation.
Faced with Harry’s teasing, Margaret felt her heartbeat quicken, her entire body burning with a restless heat.
She was clearly nervous, ashad, and terrified.
Yet, the more domineering and perverted Harry was in his teasing and molestation, the more she found it hard to control the throbbing in her heart and the instinctive stirrings of her body.
She felt like she should be disgusted, resistant, and furious, but instead, she couldn’t muster any anger at all. Instead, she felt a faint sense of excited anticipation.
Earlier downstairs, when Harry asked if she had missed him, Margaret knew deep down that no matter how ashad or slutty she felt, she had genuinely been thinking about Harry, replaying those wild and humiliating secret encounters in her mind!
No matter how much she resisted, no matter how much she lied to herself that she hated such things, she still couldn’t stop those scenes from flooding her thoughts!
These past few days, Margaret had often found herself lost in thought, unable to stop thinking about Harry and that one frenzied ti.
Perhaps because she had been lonely for too long, and Harry had truly conquered her in bed, her body instinctively reacted strongly to his. Though her mouth said no, the mont she fell into Harry’s embrace, Margaret couldn’t help but lt, her delicate body going limp as she collapsed into his arms.
Her token resistance only made it seem more like foreplay, her delicate hands pushing and slapping at Harry as if she were caressing him instead.
"No wonder you sll so delicious. It seems that while Mrs. Margaret says no with her mouth, her heart is just as eager as mine to fuck... hmm?"
Harry smirked wickedly, reaching out to grip Margaret’s delicate, charming chin with his fingers, staring into her eyes with a devilish gaze.
Margaret’s face was the delicate type of heart-shaped, with a pointed but naturally rounded chin, not the sharp, artificial kind from plastic surgery.
Won with this face shape naturally carried a fox-like allure, and paired with her watery, seductive fox-like eyes and long lashes, she was practically a vixen who could enchant any man’s heart!
"Nonsense! You... you’re dreaming!! I... how could I possibly want to have sex with soone like you!! You... even if you can force and take my body, rember this, I will always despise you in my heart! I’ll always find you disgusting!!!"
Margaret panted nervously, her hot, sweet breath spraying against Harry’s lips as she cursed him, her seductive eyes tightly shut to avoid his gaze.
"Oh? That’s perfect... I love seeing Mrs. Margaret look down on , loathe , yet still have no choice but to let fuck her! Hahahaha!..." Harry let out a triumphant, perverted laugh as he greedily admired Margaret’s glistening, delicate lips.
Her plump, ruby-red lips, as translucent and bouncy as jelly, made Harry think of sexiness and seduction!
Just looking at her lips was enough to make a man horny!
Admiring Margaret’s exquisite, enchanting face and caressing her fair, smooth cheeks, Harry could no longer restrain his lust. Suddenly, he lowered his head and greedily captured Margaret’s tender, jelly-like lips, closing his eyes in pleasure as he hungrily sucked on them.
The soft and supple lips felt like sucking on jelly when taken into the mouth, slippery and full of elasticity, making it irresistible to want to draw those sexy, alluring lips in.
"Mm!~~ Hah!~~ Hah!~~ Ha!~~ Mmm!~~ Mm!~~ No!!~~ No!!~~ Hah~~ Hah~~ Mmm!~~ Bastard!~~ Don’t do this!~~ No~~ No~~ Get your filthy mouth away!~~ Mm!~~ Disgusting!~~ Mm!~~ Hah!~~ Hah!~~ I don’t want to!~~ Mm!~~ No~~"
As Harry kissed her, Margaret imdiately closed her eyes, her body trembling before going limp and collapsing into his arms. Though her mouth kept saying no, her body didn’t resist at all, allowing Harry to hold her and freely grope her all over!
While passionately French-kissing Margaret, Harry’s hands had already slipped under her stockings and bra, boldly kneading and fondling her plump buttocks and breasts.
A mature woman’s body lacked the tightness of a young girl’s, but it was even softer and smoother to the touch, offering a different kind of pleasure.
Compared to a young girl’s firm body, a mature woman’s breasts and rounded buttocks actually felt even better in the hands!
As Harry’s tongue pushed into Margaret’s moist mouth, she, who had initially clenched her teeth in nervousness, couldn’t help but part her lips, her soft, pink tongue shyly darting out.
Harry sucked hard, drawing Margaret’s tender, slippery tongue into his mouth, entwining it with his own while greedily sucking as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
"Mm!~~ Mmm!~~ No!~~ Mmm!~~ Mm!~~ No!~~ Ah!~~ Gently!~~ It hurts!~~ Ah! You’re hurting !!~~"
Harry’s feverish, almost out-of-control kissing made Margaret’s tongue ache. The pain snapped her out of the pleasurable haze, and she pushed him away with so effort, panting heavily as she broke the kiss, shafully turning her head and covering her lips.
"I... Have I gone mad? What’s... what’s wrong with ? How... how could I kiss this pervert!! How could I have kissed him back!! So shaful!! So disgusting! Soone like him, so beneath , how could he be worthy of kissing ... No! Absolutely not!!"
With his mind-reading ability activated, Margaret’s inner thoughts echoed in Harry’s ears.
The ethereal voice, laced with a woman’s sha and guilty unease, made Harry chuckle in amusent.
With the help of mind-reading, Harry beca even more adept at toying with won.
Margaret’s arrogance made her resist him, despise him, but her loneliness and emptiness also made her desire him!
This contradiction between body and mind didn’t unsettle Harry—instead, it excited him even more!
Just as Harry had told Margaret earlier, he loved nothing more than seeing her loathe him, look down on him, yet still have no choice but to let him fuck her!!
Forcing a noble, mature woman to beco a plaything beneath him seed more thrilling and entertaining than anything else!!
Corrupting the pure and redeeming the fallen—this was sothing n particularly enjoyed, precisely because of the intense psychological impact and transformation it imposed on won, making it all the more stimulating and satisfying!!
"Mrs. Margaret, we were kissing so nicely just now, why the sudden refusal? Hmm?" Harry smirked teasingly at her.
"I never agreed to it in the first place!! Don’t touch with your disgusting mouth again!!" Margaret glared at him haughtily, her eyes burning with frustrated anger.
"Is that so? Hahaha... Fine, fine, no kissing then!"
With an evil grin, Harry didn’t push further. Instead, he turned and walked to the bed, casually stripping off his clothes.
"Such a luxurious, cozy bedroom, such a spacious and tidy bed... It really makes want to take a good nap here!!"
As he spoke, Harry peeled off his clothes and pants, lying down completely naked on the bed before lewdly beckoning to Margaret.
"Mrs. Margaret, do you think your husband will kill if he cos ho and finds a naked man in your bed?"
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