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Froy Again
"Moreau, can I ask you a favor?"
Gloriya came in carrying a piece of cloth folded in her arms. The woman looked hurried as she moved her lips again, then said something, "Froy asked me to bring him a dry towel. Can you do this for me?" How could she refuse? Moreau looked at the woman skeptically, but lacked the full courage to lay out what she was sure was not the best part of meeting Froy at a time like this. Similarly, this was no surprise. Froy swimming past nine in the evening was a habit Moreau had always recognized. "Why me, Auntie?" At first, she cautiously asked the question. Gloriya had her own conclusions, it shouldn't be difficult if the woman finally spelled out an answer. A faint smile had emphasized the situation between them, something that made Moreau wait with a sense of tension, but it wouldn't rule for too long when Gloriya moved her lips faintly. "I have to take a call from my friend. Asking your mother for help... I don't thiRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Froy's Behavior
"I know you will always have my best interests at heart." Froy's voice was punctuated by a ragged breath. The man's lips were half-open, looking slick under the light. Occasionally, the same wet fingers moved the remaining hair in front of his forehead back. Fortunately, it did not test Moreau's ability to restrain hersf. She was not interested. Completely reluctant to think even a little about their irrelevant business. Froy was far too confident for the man to take her actions as serious business. "I'm here because of your mother," Moreau emphasized, so the man would know and not try to make a futile approach. She intended to leave this place as soon as possible. Leaving behind a conversation that would trap her between complicated choices. "You're in a hurry." Suddenly, Froy said that. It should not have stopped Moreau if the man had not accidentally created another sound. Splashing water. She turned away and sure enough... suddenly a splash landed direct
Forbidden Agreements He Staring at Her
There was a long pause, making Moreau think that the situation might have been in her favor. She would use whatever Froy's reaction was as a basis to simply study the irony between them. Unfortunately, there was still another irony, one that left things uncertain as Froy clucked lazily, as if wanting to vent about a choice Moreau had made and the man had not agreed to face. "You don't want us to be friends because you're afraid you won't get over me." Froy always echoed similar words as the most influential opinion, but it was not. There was a validity that had been so obvious as to be merely a source of knowledge. However, Moreau could not possibly elaborate. It would be useless. It wouldn't change Froy's mindset. She took a harsh breath feeling that their chance to talk was over, never knowing that Froy would suddenly pull her up and carry their bodies into the pool. The sound of splashing water was an inevitable clue. Cold instantly became a rush o
Forbidden Agreements Seeing Red
"What are you and Froy doing in the pool?" Moreau's breath caught as if it needed to prevent it from staying stuck in the middle of her throat, while the urge to jump up and be completely still, transfixed, facing the source of the voice with a sense of tension, was the most horrible option. She had just stepped into the room soaking wet. The need to simply strip off the wet cloths on her body was suddenly discouraged. Abihirt had given no hint of appearing, but the man had been so close. In fact, that they were trapped in the same room together. There was nothing Moreau could find behind her stepfather's gray eyes, though Abihirt seemed to have kept various things on the man's mind. A look that resembled a cynic as if he was dispensing justice. However, Moreau did not understand what they needed to emphasize. About Froy's unpleasant behavior, really, things were out of control., "What are you doing here?" Instead of talking about something that seemed
Forbidden Agreements The Kind of Surprise
It was said with barely any knowledge in Moreau's mind. Abihirt had never broached the subject in the first place. Never if she struggled to remember anymore. Now, suddenly it all felt shocking, like letting a drop of blood become a map on a blank canvas. There was no way to drag out an agreement. They schemed; yes, at least another word described the scene of betrayal. "What do you want, Abi?" Moreau folded her arms across her chest. About to confirm for herself one of her stepfather's serious intentions by asking a question with little understanding of the prohibition the man had just declared. "You'll never really know what I want." However, it would be useless if Abihirt would end up forming another conundrum and not try to tell more. Moreau raised one eyebrow high. Deliberately leaving that as the first reaction. Let the next take over, since that part was already a distance away from disrupting the most organized; let's talk about something relevant.
Forbidden Agreements The Rules
"Froy is not a child anymore. I will not defend him." An oddly implied tone behind Abihirt's deep, raspy voice. Moreau almost squinted as she silently searched for an answer. However, not everyone was good at breaking through something so solidly there. This was what it felt like when things felt unusually suspended. "Then why are you accusing me?" Perhaps a fishing question would help a little. Moreau was interested in challenging a grown man's temper, or perhaps—on special confession—that she took an interest in her stepfather's passion. Knew that Abihirt was struggling with restraint. It was barely revealed, as if a brief discipline had been signaled against trying to put black ink between their decisions. Suddenly, all was tense as Moreau realized there was no sense of humor behind her stepfather's shoulders. Not now or ever. The man was really staring. Detailing a picture of a sadist. "You are under the influence of rules and should obey whatever h
Forbidden Agreements The Punishment
Let the various rules between them be broken down however Moreau wanted. She was not yet completely clear. Deliberately adding emphasis at the end of the sentence, curious as to how the man would react though in the end it was always an indescribably calm demeanor. "He's an exception because you have specific business." No one wanted to believe that. Moreau figured the walls around them would have a similar opinion. She squinted simply looking for her stepfather's crack. Abihirt was too perfect to fall into a pit. Certainly never even if it needed to be described by the word 'almost'. "Specific matter... you mean, because he's my skating partner?" "More or less like that." "You really don't get mad when he touches my body? Juan is very good at touching me. You've seen it yourself." Woe. Moreau had gone too far. She wanted to stop. Just didn't know how. Fishing for Abihirt's other side was like going through a cocaine compulsion. She resisted, but
Forbidden Agreements His Anger
Abihirt's upcoming question was probably one of the many things the man was interjecting. Moreau swallowed harshly in pure reaction after observing the parting of the line on her stepfather's lower lip. She had to really observe and re-imagine how the hot kiss became a familiar sensation. "Ya, I still won't obey." It took a lot of self-control, and Moreau only mastered that after a while. She was trying to limit her distance with Abihirt, though it suddenly felt difficult to do. "You will be punished then." Her stepfather continued to say calmly, leaving Moreau a little clueless so she pressed her lips together just to find the wrong justification there. She never thought there would be a punishment. "So that's what I get for being your submissive?" she asked to be absolutely sure. Wasn't there anything else that wouldn't give her a bitter feeling? Moreau did not agree that Abihirt would arrange such a severe punishment without even thinking that she w
Forbidden Agreements Punishment
Now Abihirt's hidden intentions were straightforward. Moreau could hardly comprehend. However, she herself did not know how to get out of the way when the man had arranged her body to face the bed with both hands braced firmly on the edge of the mattress. Abihirt was doing something intimate that made some of Moreau's feelings rebel violently, though there was no denying that there was half a desire to wait for an action when the man had pulled the thin dress on her body up. With no underwear as a layer of anticipation, it presented an instant scene. Moreau held her breath at the touch of a rough palm... gently rubbing the surface of her buttocks. It was too brief for Abihirt to simply test when the field would get wet. The man tends to be impatient, instead of making sure Moreau is willing to accept the already firm, solid, and all-encompassing shaft. Don't know if it's the urge of pleasure or not, but Moreau doesn't put up the slightest resistance feeling
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