"I didn't want my clothes to get stained by the oil," he said with a casual smile.
"Oh, o-okay," Emily turned her head away, still unsure whether what he had just said made any sense.
He was currently groping her ass, squeezing and pushing her cheeks in all directions, he was increasingly becoming bolder since she wasn't reacting.
Emily finally noticed it, but it was almost too difficult to open her mouth and stop him.
'I have to say something now, if not he would only go further…'
"Hnn~" She covered her mouth with one hand, "Y-Yohan…"
He didn't pay her any attention, instead his fingers hooked under her panties and pulled it to the side. There was a trail of her wetness flowing down to the sheets.
"No… don't look…" she tried to wriggle away weakly but Yohan stopped her by grabbing her ass cheek with his other hand.
His fingers dug into her soft flesh completely overwhelming her will power.
