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Coming out of the bathroom, Hilla touched her red and swollen lips, as well as the conspicuous hickeys on the neck, and felt helpless.
Her bathrobe was pulled down to her shoulders. Bruce clearly took advantage of her.
He was in there canoodling her.
Hilla sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked at her red face. She still blushed as the lust was haunting her.
Bruce was so bad.
He took a shower in the bathroom, but still made out with her.
However, Hilla came back to her senses and frowned when she recalled Bruce's offer to fix Halle up on a date.
Hilla was afraid that Halle wouldn't accept it for the time being.
Just as Hilla was lost in thought, the bathroom door opened and Bruce came out only wearing a towel.
The mirror reflected Bruce's sexy, muscular figure. He came over to Hilla, drying his dark hair with a towel.
Hilla quickly dropped her eyes, only to feel a damp rush from her back all over her.
