“Oh, please, I was about to taste you!” Harold complained using his lower tone which made me laugh at him. He looks like a child, who had tantrums that he didn't get the things that he wanted. He glared at me, then he didn't get away from my top, instead, he gently smelled my neck. I heard him sniffing it like he smelled something nice on my neck.
“Charity, you smell so nice. I want to taste you.” He whispered, then he smelled my ear which made me feel ticklish.
“Mr. Harrison, oh please stop what you're doing!” I almost screamed when I felt his hand slowly enter the inside of my skirt. He laughed at me, I even saw him licking his lips which he finds amusing about my reactions. But, Harold was too stubborn, he didn't take his hand off my skirt, instead, he gently touched my panty.
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