Xiao Yu couldn't handle the man's brazen side, and as she cried and fussed, she was violated even deeper by him.
Sweat glistened on Gong Ting's back, his body forming a beautiful streamline as he moved on the woman, and when she cried out in pain, he became even more vigorous.
His predatory actions were like a wolf or tiger; the more the woman cried, the more he demanded. Seeing her tears, every violent instinct in him came out, wanting nothing more than to tear her apart before he could stop.
Xiao Yu cried until she had no strength left, her indifferent and blank eyes stared at the man.
The woman's black and white eyes, washed pure by tears, bore no trace of impurity, and though she had a mature body, at the moment she seemed like an emotionally immature child.
Gong Ting reached out to cover her eyes and moved boldly.
