Chapter 79 Yes, like this, it feels very comfortable...

Without even realizing it, she tightened her grip, trying to feel that throbbing sensation. George tilted his head back a bit and let out a low, husky moan.

"Mmm... move a little..." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice rough like gravel.

Ellie felt her heart skip a beat, her lower belly tingling, and her legs turning to jelly. She swallowed hard, her eyes dropping to the thick, hard rod in her hand. The tip was a reddish-purple, almost like a pillar, with a hint of moisture...

"Like this?" she whispered, slowly stroking the hot, throbbing shaft. It immediately swelled in her hand.

He let out a deep groan that seemed to hang in the air.

"Yeah, like that, but move more." He tightened his grip on her wrist with one hand, while the other clamped onto her shoulder, like he was scared she'd bolt.

Her wrist and shoulder ached from his grip, but it only made her legs weaker. She slowly started moving her hands up and down the shaft.

"Yeah, just like that, feels so good..." George's scalp tingled, and after a few strokes, precum started to ooze out.

The faint salty, fishy smell that had been lingering in the air suddenly became stronger, almost overwhelming.

Ellie instinctively held her breath, but her heart was racing, her chest tight, and she felt a warm trickle down below...

She knew she was wet, even though she was the one doing the work. He hadn't even touched her, but she was getting wet... and her pussy was throbbing...

Ellie felt a wave of embarrassment at her body's reaction, her already flushed face burning even hotter.

Without thinking, she squeezed her legs together and lowered her head, letting her hair fall forward to hide her face.
George had been watching her the whole time, and his gaze got even darker. He let go of her wrist and brushed away the hair that had fallen over her face, his rough fingertips grazing her ear, which had turned so red it looked like it might bleed.

Ticklish... Ellie immediately tilted her head, scrunched her shoulders, and let out a soft moan. The sound was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and it even startled herself. Just from him touching her ear, she made that kind of sound... it was so... seductive...

"Are you wet?" he asked.

Ellie couldn't bring herself to admit it. She felt like her whole body was on fire, even her hair was sweating. She quickly shook her head and unconsciously sped up her hand on his shaft...

"Hiss..."

The pleasure hit him hard. George furrowed his brows and let out a hissing sound.

Meanwhile, he was confirmed she was indeed getting wet. She was trying to divert his attention, a way of avoiding the truth.

She really wasn't as fragile as he thought. She just cared too much about certain things, and that made her cautious. He had always been the one overthinking, and it had backfired.

This might be what Patrick always talked about, the reverse of the way. Back then, he found it amusing, but now he realized it applied here too.
In spite of Patrick's usual carefree and frivolous demeanor, he had a deeper understanding of things...

George took a deep breath and exhaled. His large hand moved down her shoulder, cupped one of her breasts, and held it firmly.

Ellie's body immediately trembled, and the warmth from his palm seeped through her thin pajamas, branding her flesh...