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    ire''s words trailed off as she let out a soft moan. Frederick, intrigued, looked at her intently.


    At that moment, ire was a mess-her hair was disheveled, and arge patch beneath her was soaked. Sweat glistened on her forehead, causing strands of hair to cling to her face.


    Meanwhile, Frederick sat upright andposed, his clothes perfectly in ce. Despite the intense actions of his hands that would make anyone ufortable, he maintained an air of calm control, embodying the very definition of a gentleman. The stark contrast between them only deepened ire''s embarrassment, making her feel as if she were utterly unrestrained and reckless.


    Noticing that ire hadn''t responded for a while, Frederick added another finger.


    "Ah! Mmm!"


    ire found herself overwhelmed; three fingers felt like too much, as if she might burst.


    After all, she had only been with Frederick once before.


    Yet, as the initial difort faded, she began to feel waves of pleasure rising with each of his movements.


    With each surge of sensation, ire gradually lost herself in the


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    "Ah, it feels so overwhelming! Frederick, please, I''m begging you. Don''t keep doing this!"


    ire gasped between soft whimpers, her voice trembling with


    urgency,


    "How overwhelming is it?" Frederick asked, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips.


    "It really is too much! I feel like I can''t hold back any longer. I just want to scream, to call out. Mmm!"


    Even at this moment, ire struggled to maintain herposure, her inner resolve still fighting against the rising tide of pleasure. "Then let it out! Scream! Call out!"


    Frederick felt an unprecedented sense of aplishment swell within him at her words.


    "No, no, we can''t. We''re in a hospital."


    ire shook her head quickly, recalling thest time a nurse hade in, feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.


    "And what if we are? It''ste; no one wille in. Richard is outside keeping watch."Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Frederick had an unexpected urge to hear ire scream with abandon.


    "What? Richard?"


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    The mention of Richard''s name made ire even more anxious. She pressed her lips tightly together, ncing nervously toward the door, terrified of making any sound that might alert him. However, Frederick continued his movements, and the sensation of three fingers was more than ire could bear.


    Her face flushed bright red, and beads of sweat dripped steadily from her forehead.


    Seeing the deep crimson of ire''s cheeks and the veins in her neck pulsing, Frederick worried she might overwhelm herself.


    He quickly grabbed his phone, found a random TV show, and turned up the volume, cing it on the table to create some background noise.


    With the sound filling the room, ire felt a bit more at ease. As the pressure built inside her became unbearable, she finally released her grip and gasped for fresh air. "Ha! Ha! Ah!"


    But even as she breathed deeply, a sound escaped her lips.


    She felt the wet, empty sensation beneath her, each moment bringing a wave of satisfaction that built upon thest, intensifying with every thrust.


    Finally, at a certain point, she reached her climax.


    It was an unprecedented feeling of bliss, like experiencing a refreshing rain after a long drought in the desert or as if she had escaped the pull of gravity and was floating on a cloud. Chapter 128 Unruly


    "Mmm, I want it! Please, just do it to me-I want it so badly."


    In that moment of overwhelming pleasure, irepletely lost her sense of reason and her grasp on herself.


    She continuously caressed her body, gripping Frederick''s hand to guide it over herself.


    When his hand found one breast, she instinctively reached for the other, creating a rhythm of shared exploration.


    Frederick watched ire with growing desire, unable to resist the urge to pin her down and ravage herpletely.


    Lost in his thoughts, he acted on that impulse.


    However, his fervor was overwhelming; he was so intense that it nearly brought ire to tears.


    He was truly out of control, consumed by the desire to conquer ire''s body, driven by an insatiable craving that felt otherworldly and addictive.


    In the heat of the moment, Frederick flipped her around, lifting her waist and positioning her face down on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, smacking her backside to encourage her to arch her hips as he thrust into her from behind. "Ugh... I can''t take it anymore, Frederick... please be gentle..." she whimpered.


    "Frederick, it feels like I''m dying anding back to life all at once. You''re being too rough... ugh..."


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