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She looked into the sleeping man's face. Come to think of it, there wasn't a chance to see his face off properly. Because she was always overwhelmed by his eyes and avoided his face.

It was a face with classical beauty. The sharp features and smooth skin and glossy lips were added to create an alluring charm. In addition, he looked a little younger than his age now that he slept with his guard down.

After looking at him for a while,she lowered the lights in the living room.

The clock was pointing to one o'clock. Waking him now does not guarantee that he will return. Since he must have had a fair share of whiskey, she thought it best to leave him to sleep.

She reached carefully toward his shirt. When she untied some buttons, his rough breathing became more comfortable. Then she moved her hand towards the belt. It was because she thought that it would be less stuffy if she opened the buckle.

"What?"

Her hand, which was carefully loosening the buckle, stopped for a moment.

When she raised her head, her eyes met with his opened ones. He muttered in a sleepy voice.

"What are you going to do with my pants off?"

"T-that's not it..."

She hardened, pale in an unexpected situation. She was so surprised that she couldn't even feel embarrassed.

"I thought you were... sleeping."

"I was sleeping. Until you took off my pants."

"I'm not taking it off, but you looked uncomfortable..."

She belatedly removed her hand from his waist. Her lowered eyelashes trembled. Being around him makes her feel like an idiot.

"Good night."

He grabbed her wrist as she tried to leave as if she were running away.

"Don't go."

With his other hand, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped her zipper all the way. Her eyes widened.

His center was greatly swollen. It was wrapped in briefs, but it couldn't hide the heat radiating from the tight spot. He suddenly pressed her wrist down on it.

She flinched for a moment. She felt a rock- hard, hot touch on her palm. Moreover, it pulsated violently and wriggled.

"Stand up."

He took her hand and rubbed it on his lower body. Her cheeks turned bright red. When she was startled and tried to close her hand, he smiled and slipped his fingers around hers. Then he turned her hand over and this time he started rubbing her penis with the back of her hand.

"Do you want to take it out?"

He sounded languid in a good mood. When she shook her head, he didn't force her. Instead, he turned her hand over again.

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