"You know? Tong'er, compared to you constantly trying to escape, I think the ending is very satisfying to me."
An evil smile bloomed on Fei's sexy lips, "So what if you are in a vegetative state now? It still can't stop me from wanting you."
The evil voice came down together with his evil fingers. His slender fingertips seemed to be careless, but in fact they brushed against her chest in an extremely evil manner. Then he lowered his head and took a bite.
"I doubt that I will get tired of your body one day. As I said to you before, I want to hold you every day, want you, want you hard, and ravage you hard.
Look at the way you can't escape from my body."
He smiled evilly and said, "So obediently be my vent doll under me. Just like you once said to me, you will never leave me and will always belong to me alone."
"Isn't this great?"
Of course she would have no response.
Lying quietly in front of him, she was like the purest and weakest lamb: weak, delicate, white and innocent.
Like a swan with broken wings, it can only be trapped under him, letting him take whatever he wants.
Like the whitest lotus, tightly entangled by him, she always wants to get rid of him!
forever!
The man raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, rubbed her long and messy hair, and forgot that he said he wanted to take revenge on her, instead of making such small gestures with such a hint of doting towards her, and then
Just like that, he got out of bed with a satisfied and evil smile.
When he stood on the thick carpet, you could see that he was not only astonishingly tall, but also astonishingly hidden.
The strong and bulging muscles show his strength and arrogance, and the male strength and aura are revealed simply unscrupulously.
And although those muscles are strong, they are definitely not scary or extremely barbaric. Instead, they have smooth curves and masculine beauty is exuded.
He slowly put on the black silk shirt, and the movements of his slender fingers on the buttons were extremely elegant and innately noble.
He casually grabbed the black coat on the mahogany hanger, stepped out of the exquisite and gorgeous door with his long and straight legs, and walked out when the sky was dim.
After he walked out, the servant came in silently with his head lowered as usual, changing clothes, wiping his face, and washing the motionless man on the bed.
This is their job day after day, and they have long been accustomed to it.
As for the pink hickeys that were still all over the slender white figure as usual, and the delicate lips that were red and swollen from being ravaged... Of course they acted as usual and pretended they didn't see anything.
I won’t have any thoughts when I see it, and I don’t dare to have any thoughts!
However, none of them saw that after they washed her, there seemed to be some emotional fluctuations flashing across her snow-white face that looked like she was sleeping.
A crystal clear tear slowly seeped out from the corner of her beautiful eye, and then slowly, slowly rolled down like a broken pearl, seeped into the delicate silk pillow, and disappeared.