Chapter 73: The End of Willie

I screamed and quickly covered my clothes, but it was too late. Willie's gaze was fixed on me, and I knew I had a good figure too. Because of my pregnancy, my breasts were a little bigger than before, soft and firm. My nipples were already bulging under the stimulation of the coolness. My eyes were on him, but I gently raised my fingers and stroked them across my lips, then to my neck and breasts, rubbing them gently here and there. He must not be able to stand such a temptation.

Sure enough, I saw how his body reacted. A tent had been erected between his legs. He was clearly drunk. He looked at me, but his hand was on my cheek and neck, moving down my breast. I stepped back and whispered, "Willie, don't do this. Stop it now."

But my eyes told him clearly, "Willie, come on."

Looking at him tortured by desire before me, I took the opportunity to quietly press down the intercom, wanting Henry and the others to come and help. Actually, I knew that it would take them a few minutes to