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