It was late at night when Miguel walked over to her bed and started touching her thighs without her permission he was way stronger than Rumi as he held her down and forced her legs open.

“It’s happening whether you like it or not.”

He says in a cold stern voice as he sees her red panties and presses his knuckle against them. He moves his hand from her clit to her breast and groaned as he touches her warm body with his cold huge hands.