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– You’re a pervert! she yelled as I pushed her again, this time toward the bed. She staggered and, unable to resist, sat down sideways. She tossed her head sharply, and looked at me with an angry challenge. – I’m sick! Do you like it when a woman…

– Idiot, – he grumbled, barely holding back the urge to grab her by the hair and put her back on her feet. Her hands itched and, if not for her condition…

– Good! She began to unbutton her blouse impulsively, without taking her eyes off me. Tongues of blue flame dancing in her eyes burned my nerves with irritation. One button, one more… The lace of the bra appeared in the neckline of the blouse. Unable to restrain myself, I still squeezed her wrist and threw my hand away. Jeans stretched, and this only made my annoyance stronger.

– If you don’t understand the first time, I’ll repeat again: you don’t interest me. So leave your tantrums to someone else. You’ll be naked when I get out, okay?

Her chest heaved, her fingers trembled. I don’t know what was going on in her head, but I knew one thing: I’ve had enough for today. A little more, and she will finally bring me out! With one last look at her, I walked out of the room with long strides.