"Ah—"
Harrison Lucas screamed, and before she could cover her mouth, her body was suddenly pulled down by Ben Lucas.
The man's thin lips unceremoniously blocked that screaming small mouth.
Her lips were so sweet.
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"Young master, no, no… don't do this…"
Harrison Lucas no longer knew how things had escalated to this point.
The young master had clearly already passed out after drinking beer; she was obviously supporting him to go upstairs, but how did they suddenly end up on the sofa?
Then the young master woke up, not only tearing off the cloth she used to bind her chest but also rudely stripping off her shirt and pants.
Harrison Lucas was effortlessly turned over and pressed into the sofa by Ben Lucas, watching as her usually indifferent and cold young master grabbed one of her ankles with one hand and directly unbuckled his belt with the other.
What followed...
Harrison Lucas could hardly bring herself to recall everything that followed.
