90 Weakness

Sasha felt alarmed when her clothes had been torn apart by Timothy. Was he serious about fucking her right now?

"Release me, Tim!" she squirmed against his grasp, struggling to break free.

"Stop resisting, Sasha. I know you want this." Timothy teased her body, his fingers squeezing her breast through her bra while his lips trailing kisses from her neck down to her collarbones.

Sasha bit her lower lip to suppress her moans. She didn't want to admit it but her body was responding to his touches. She was so sensitive.

"I never planned on touching you without your consent that night, but it was you who made the move first. I was sleeping next to you but you kissed me." Timothy reminded her of what happened in the Red Cherry Hotel, his free hand continued exploring her body.

Sasha could only shut her eyes at the feeling of his warm hand palming her breasts alternately.