Gloria lifted her head up and turned to look deeply into his eyes, searching them for any doubt or false bravado. Then she felt reassured when she saw that he was really serious.
"Alright then. I will believe in you," she said softly, finally accepting his words.
Vogue smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly. But then his hand slipped inside her oversized shirt from the top opening, and he began massaging her naked breasts with his warm palm.
Gloria's face immediately flushed a deep red color. "V-Vogue, I have to leave for work very soon. I can't be late," she protested weakly, though her body was already responding to his touch.
As though he hadn't heard her protest at all, Vogue put his second hand inside her shirt as well. He groped both of her breasts like an obsessed pervert who hadn't seen or touched a woman's body in a hundred years.
