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While peeking into Muareen's "cannot be drawn" and furious mood, the plan of making things right with Elaine flashed into my eyes and dominated my conscience.

I had to make the plan would work perfectly. And making Maureen get mad at me was not part of the plan, at least, not yet. So I jumped out of bed and wrapped my arms around her.

Even if it was against my body and will, I gently removed the towel that covered Maureen's body and began kissing her lips. Then I brought her to bed.

In order to make things convincing and for every part of my body to participate, especially my adrenaline, I simply imagined that the woman right in front of my eyes was none other than Elaine.

Compared to the conservative Elaine, Maureen was the assertive and liberated type of woman. Every time I slowed down, she always took the initiative. She hopped on top of me while removing my clothes until nothing was left.

Then she licked my neck, down to my chest, and to my surprise, she sw