Mary was caught by surprise and was not able to agree or contest anymore for Anton's tongue is inside her mouth now with his hands touching and tracing her curves.
Since she thought that Anton was already sleeping, she did not bother to wear any upper undergarments. That made it easier for Anton's hand to reach her bre@st when he slid his hand into her shirt.
Anton cursed mentally when the cover that he was expecting was not there, but instead her smooth and soft skin welcomed his big rough hand. Just like an automated machine that would come alive with just one press of a button, his member woke up and its hardness is on.
Anton kept on cursing inwardly trying to take it easy, suppressing his hunger for Mary, minimizing his desire to be inside her right at that moment. His breathing became unstable, sometimes deep sometimes shallow as he tries to stay in control of himself.
