Farah was left nearly falling apart by his rough demands, lacking any strength to resist him, and could only kneel there, allowing him to do as he pleased. Just moments ago, he had dragged her upstairs, and before she could even take a look around the room where he lived, he had already pinned her against the door and kissed her. She pushed him away, saying, "Hey, Bruno, weren't you supposed to come up to take a shower?"
He ignored her completely, pressing himself against her forcefully, making her feel his already swollen hardness. His restless hands wandered beneath her clothes, eagerly kneading her body. His hurried, unsteady breaths made her understand his intentions for coming upstairs to take a shower.
Thinking of how reckless and unrestrained he was in front of his parents made her panic, and she dug her fingers hard into his waist. "Bruno, let go of me! Your parents are still waiting for us to eat downstairs!"
