In My Desperate Time Chapter 102 Would you mind moving to another place?

I'm so angry with him that I really don't want to be in the same space with him.

It's getting late now, and the wind is blowing strongly, which makes me feel a little cold.

Frances Louis drives slowly behind me.

I go faster, and he drives faster. I slow down, and he also slows down.

I feel uncomfortable being stared by a pair of eyes.

“Frances Louis, what do you want? Would you stop following me?” I turn to him and ask furiously.

“This is the only way home. Are you sure I'm following you?”

The man shrugs innocently.

His car goes like a turtle and he says that he is not following me?

Never mind. I can’t beat him if he plays rogue.

I can only stop and get in his car.

Frances Louis chuckles. He steps on the gas and it's totally different from the tortoise speed before.

As soon as we get in the house, Frances Louis pins me down on the table and lifts up the hem of my
skirt.

“What are you doing?”

I am scared by him, looking at Frances Louis in panic.

Is he in a full rut? Why is he so horny?



“You want me so much. I can't sit by.” The man nibbles my shoulder, his voice low and seductive.

“When did I want you?” I ask blankly.

“You bought condoms. Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

What?

“Just in case…”

Then, Frances Louis swallows my unfinished sentence.

He ignites my desire and takes off my underpants.

“Well, Sir, would you mind moving to another place? I want to go the bathroom. I can't hold it any
longer.”

Suddenly Betty's voice comes from behind. I turn around in horror and see her standing in the doorway
with an embarrassed look on her face.

“Hi Betty, you are here.”

Frances Louis probably also forgets that Betty is here.

“Didn't you let me stay here so I could make breakfast in the morning?” Betty rolls her eyes at Frances
Louis.

Frances Louis doesn’t contradict her. He points at the bathroom and says to Betty, “Betty, go to the
bathroom quickly.”

Then Frances Louis goes upstairs.



I smooth my dress in embarrassment, picking up the dropped bag and follow up.

“Jane, please tell him to be moderate or he won't have the energy to work during the day.”

Frances Louis hears what Betty said and turns his head to stare at her. Betty runs into the bathroom
quickly.

Frances Louis goes into his room. I feel awkward to go in, so I go back to my room. I have a vague
feeling in my stomach. Maybe my period is coming.

I take a bath and lay in bed. Then I hear the door lock turns.

I know it is Frances Louis even without lights.

He doesn’t say anything. He lifts up the cover and creeps into my quilt.

His hands and feet are cold, which makes my warm bed cool down.

His cold hands fumble my breasts, making my goose bumps all over.

I want to say no, but I couldn’t refuse Frances Louis. I could only endure the discomfort and let him
fumble all the way down.

Gradually, his body begins to heat up, and that part of his body is extremely hot.

My legs feel weak under his teasing. His giant member is against my private part. He is ready to get in,
but I still have my senses. I push him and say, “wear a condom.”

Frances Louis is reluctant to stop now, but he asks me in a low voice, “Where?”

“In the shopping bag on the night table.”



Frances Louis gets up quickly. He goes to the bedside cupboard and comes back soon.

He holds my waist, trying to find the right point.

Suddenly, a warm stream pours out from me.

It feels like…


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