After several moments, Sara slowly opened her eyes, her voice still groggy from sleep and confusion as she asked, "What's going on...?"
Jamie's voice sounded resentful as he struggled to maintain his composure, "First, you need to let me go."
Let go?
Sara was confused for a moment, instinctively trying to sit up, but her movement caused something cool and foreign to brush against her sensitive spot, causing her body to jolt and a soft moan to escape her lips uncontrollably, "Mm... ah..."
Sara's body jolted, her eyes widened, and her dazed mind suddenly cleared. She felt the unfamiliar, distinctly male hand in her legs, and she was terrified, shivering all over. She opened her mouth to scream.
Jamie had anticipated this, and quickly covered her mouth with his large hand, exasperatedly whispering, "Do you want to wake up the whole village?"
Sara blinked her eyes, her heart pounding, her fear and panic causing her to tear up. She thought she had misjudged him. Jamie turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, taking advantage of her while she was asleep.
Now that he had his hand over her mouth, was he planning to do something even more outrageous?!
Tears of regret and fear streamed down Sara's dilated pupils as she trembled with fear, trying to beg for mercy but unable to speak.
Tears flowed down Jamie's hands, and he stood there for a moment, fighting the urge to comfort her before asking in a half-angry, half-helpless voice, "What are you crying about? It was me who was molested!"
Sara heard those words and cried even harder, unable to speak because her mouth was being held shut. What did he mean by "it was me who was molested"? His hand was still on her private parts! How could he say such a thing?
Unable to speak, Sara was so angry that she wanted to scratch him, slap him, or even hit him, just to make him stop holding her mouth and...
Then Sara froze.
Her two hands seemed to be in strange places.
One hand was right between her legs, holding Jamie's hand.
The other hand, it seemed, was under some fabric, holding something... round, thick, hard, and hot.
She tentatively squeezed it twice, only to hear Jamie's muffled groan above her. His voice lost its usual composure, with a hint of teeth-gritting anger: "Sara! Don't push it too far!"
Sara's tears instantly dried up, and she realized what was in her hand.
The familiar heat, the familiar size, the familiar groan...
Her eyes widened even more, realizing that things seemed to be going in a direction different from what she had expected.
A few seconds later, she released the hot flesh stick in her hand, nervously pulling her hand out of his pants and the other one out as well.
But when both hands were out, she discovered an even more embarrassing problem.
Jamie's hand was still under hers.
Oh my God, what do I do?! Should I pull him up?! Help, someone help me! I'm freaking out, I'm gonna die here!
A sigh came from above, and Jamie pulled his hand out on his own.
But not sure if he didn't notice or was careless, his finger slid from the entrance to the clitoris, then hooked up and pulled out, the protruding meat was scratched, bringing a violent sensation of tingling pleasure. Sara's body suddenly convulsed, and a muffled breath came out of her mouth that was covered.
She had an orgasm.
Jamie didn't expect her to be so sensitive, just messed around with her clitoris a little and went away, he took his hand away from her lips and felt her trembling, feeling his throat tighten, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Sara never expected to climax so suddenly. Her mind went blank with a burst of white light, and it took a while for her rationality to return. In that instant, she was so mortified she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself on the spot.
Of course, this was impossible, so she pulled the blanket up and covered her face lifelessly, and began to feign death in silence.
