He Xiao was still resisting, but Zhao Dong had already reached for her thigh. Feeling her smooth, beautiful legs, Zhao Dong became even more frantic.
"No! Not here! Absolutely not here! Stop, ah..."
RIP!
The black stockings were torn to shreds. Zhao Dong's eyes were bloodshot, his mind overwhelmed by lust! He Xiao nearly fainted, the pain mingling with an indescribable sensation. Zhao Dong descended into madness, bereft of any gentleness or pity.
In the next second, he forced himself upon her.
He Xiao completely stopped resisting, tears streaming down her face...
It's over... everything... is over...
With tears streaming down her face, she lay limply on the bed, allowing Zhao Dong to possess her wildly. She stared blankly at the ceiling as regretful tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, soaking the sheets.
