Wyatt Perry, tall and imposing, firmly grasped Claudia Ross's hand, pinned down her legs, and covered her mouth, leaving her unable to muster the strength to resist even if she wanted to.
"Mmm…" Claudia Ross's eyes widened as she struggled with all her might, but the Wyatt Perry pressing down on her was like an immovable mountain, standing firm.
Wyatt Perry greedily kissed her lips for a long, long time before he finally released her, "I'm drunk, feeling awful. Kissing your lips is the only thing that soothes me a little."
Claudia Ross was both angry and annoyed, "Let me go, I'm not some hangover cure."
"Your kisses can cure a hundred illnesses," Wyatt Perry, like a rogue, laid on top of her, his hot breath burrowing into her neck, tickling and itching her intensely.
"Wyatt Perry, you're shameless!"