"What are you doing?!"
Startled, Felix Preston grabbed Sonia Quincy's mischievous hand.
Sonia Quincy smiled gently, not answering Felix Preston's question. She shifted closer, shortening the distance between them, and used her free hand to pull his hand off hers.
Then, she hooked open the waistband of his pants and slid her hand straight inside.
"Sonia..." Felix Preston's breath hitched, and his voice came out tight.
Sonia Quincy grabbed him, clumsily rubbing back and forth. Emboldened by the dimness of the late night, a wild blush spread across her cheeks.
"Sonia..." Felix Preston gasped, pressing down hard on her hand with his own trembling one. "D-don't do this..." he said, his voice shaking.
Sonia Quincy frowned slightly, maliciously speeding up her hand. At the same time, she whispered devilishly, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"Ngh..." Felix Preston let out a low groan, the words in his throat instantly shattering into fragments.
