He ripped open my disheveled clothes.
The air conditioning was running in the car, and without the cover of my clothes, I suddenly felt a chill on my chest.
My mind was still fuzzy.
My skin was cold, but my body was burning hot.
Somehow, I found myself straddling Micheal's lap.
Did he lift me onto his lap?
Or did I climb onto him?
"I feel hot, so hot."
I clung to Micheal, my body unconsciously twisting, sensing a certain part of him underneath gradually growing unbearably hard.
I was practically unconscious, my mind filled with a desire beyond reach.
His kisses and hands were ceaselessly wandering my sensitive spots.
My body was shivering non-stop and enticing whimpers slipped from my lips.
I was ready for what was about to happen, but my quivering body still betrayed my nervousness.
Micheal was gazing at me, fire dancing in his eyes, as though he would devour me at any moment.
"What naughty thoughts are you thinking about, your face is all red?"
Suddenly, he asked me with a teasing smile on his face.
I shot a glare at him.
Blaming it on the drugs is why I was like this.
I couldn't help but doubt myself at this moment.
His gaze was simply too provocative.
Despite the low temperature in the car, my entire body felt unbearably hot.
The limited space gave me no place to hide, making me succumb to his embrace again.
His hand reached up my skirt, starting to caress my…
"Hey, let me go! Micheal, do you have no shame?!"
This scenario was even more embarrassing than being intimate with him!
I struggled in his arms, but was no match for his strength.
I could only let his hand stroke my sensitive spot through my underwear.
My body trembled uncontrollably, and he seemed to enjoy teasing me, lingering there aimlessly, and then stopping at that motion.
Some things, as if inevitably ordained, I was drugged twice, and ended up in Micheal's car both times.
Maybe having been through it once, I didn't care as much the second time.
If the one who helped me neutralize the drug was him, it didn't bother me much.
Micheal probably knew what I wanted, and after glancing at me lightly, he said, "I won't touch you when you're not fully conscious.
Don't worry, this will make you comfortable."
Just as I was about to retort, he increased his pace, which made me gasp again.
Continuous waves of pleasure hit me.
In the end, I could only lay limp in his arms, without the energy to even scold him.
The heat in my body gradually subsided.
For the first time, I learned that an aphrodisiac could be neutralized in such a way.
So weak that I couldn't even stand up, I laid on Micheal's body, panting heavily.
When I was closer, I noticed that a certain part of him was burning hot and solid even under his clothes.
James couldn't perform, so this was my first time experiencing the enormity of a man, which made my heart beat uncontrollably.
He moved slightly below, poking my sensitive area through his pants.
I was shocked and looked up at him.
His forehead was dotted with beads of sweat.
It looked like he had been restraining himself for a long time.
He helped me, should I help him?
Maybe like he did with his hand?
But how could I talk about such a shy and embarrassing thing?
As I was hesitating, Michael suddenly leaned in and rasped in my ear, "Ella, be my lover."