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"Please, stop!" Eleanor gripped Clarkson's hand, she doesn't want him to move further to her pussy.

"I command you to stay put!" Clarkson growled at her face, slapping her hand off his as he clutched the creek of her neck.

"Argh!" Eleanor grunted achingly, wriggling under him as he goes aggressive with her.

"Do you want it the rough way?" Clarkson growled, and Eleanor cried further.

She was scared of him having his way with her, she tries to escape from him. But hell, it was impossible.

"Shit!" Clarkson unexpectedly yelped at the pain he felt on his back.

Then, he rolled out of Eleanor and slumped nakedly on the floor.

As if that wasn't enough, Clarkson felt a hit on his ball when he tried to stand on his feet.

"Bastard!" A woman's voice was heard.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was quickly sitting up and her emerald green eyes settled on her savior.

She was dressed in a black expensive gown, her brown long hair was stylish too, and in her hand; she clutched a silver bag.

"Clarkson, yo