[Yuna Burgert's perspective.]
He came closer, and I felt that the tip of his nose was almost touching the tip of my nose.
"Is that so?"
I could not stand his close breath, so I used my hand to support the distance between us.
"You stay away from me."
Andrew's hand held my waist, and his fingertips slid over my skin inch by inch. It was a little itchy, and there was also a feeling that I could not describe. I felt that my breathing was becoming difficult.
"Do you really want me to be further away? Not like this?"
I felt his fingers slide down, bit by bit, into my private parts. I almost wanted to scream, but I could not move.
After a long time, he pulled his fingers out and waved them in front of my eyes. His fingertips were wet, and there was some liquid on them,
"Baby, what is this?"
I was panting as I sat on the recliner and thought furiously.
Andrew Alex! Pervert! B*stard!
