"You...... What the hell are you doing? No... Let me go... I'm tired! Can't I take a break?” Alessa began to struggle but could hardly move as was held firmly by his hand.
Taking a deep breath, she could only close her eyes, waiting for the storm to sweep through her as what she had had a few hours earlier in the car.
Five seconds passed...
Ten seconds passed...
Half a minute passed...
She found that he wasn't doing anything wrong, and...
There came a cool, comfortable feeling from her thigh, and the fragrance of an ointment, which was like the cooling oil her father wiped on her sprained ankle when she was a kid.
He was massaging her on her private part with the ointment; his movement was simple and gentle.
Her heart was filled by unspeakable warmth, which she had not felt in a long time since be……
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