Her delicate pink nipples even glowed faintly under the light, looking irresistibly tempting.
Feeling the heat of Harry's gaze and hearing his ragged breathing, Margaret was overwhelmed with shame, as if she were stripping naked and running through the streets.
Even though she had already slept with Harry once, Margaret's proud heart still couldn't accept being ogled by a lowly man like this!
Proud and conservative, Margaret had always believed that only that man was worthy of admiring her body, only that man was allowed to play with her!
And this Harry in front of her was nothing but a worthless loser in her eyes!
Harry's lewd, vulgar, and outright obscene gaze made Margaret feel disgusted and repulsed, yet at the same time, inexplicably aroused and excited.
Margaret didn't understand how these two completely opposite emotions could coexist in her heart.
