Doting on the Masked Wife

"You know? Tong'er, compared to your constant desire to escape, I think the ending is very satisfying to me."

An evil smile bloomed on the thin and sexy lips, "Even if you are in a vegetable now, so what? It can't prevent me from wanting you."

The evil voice fell together with his evil fingers. The slender fingertips seemed to be careless, but in fact they brushed her chest in an extremely evil way, then lowered their heads and took a bite.

"I wonder if I'll ever get tired of your body, like I told you before, every day, every day I want to hold you, want you, want you hard, ravage you hard, Seeing how you can't escape under me."

He smiled evilly, "So obediently be my vent doll under me, just like you once said to me, never leave me, and always belong to me alone."

"Isn't that great?"

Of course she won't respond.

Lying quietly in front of him, she was like the purest and weakest lamb: weak, delicate, white and innocent.

Like a swan with its wings broken, it can only be trapped under him, letting him get whatever he wants.

Like the whitest lotus, tightly entwined by him, she always wants to get rid of him!

forever!

The man raised the corners of his thin lips in satisfaction, rubbed her long messy hair, and forgot that he said he wanted to take revenge on her, so he no longer made such small gestures of pampering towards her, and then Just like that, he got out of bed with a satisfied evil smile.

When he stood on the thick carpet, it was possible to see that he was not only amazingly tall, but also hide amazingly high.

The firm and bulging muscles showed his strength and stature, and the masculine strength and aura were unscrupulously revealed.

And although the muscles are strong, they are definitely not frightening, extremely brutal, but smooth in curves, exuding masculine beauty.

He put on the black silk shirt slowly, and the movements of buttoning the buttons with his slender fingers were extremely elegant and innately noble.

Grabbing the black coat on the mahogany hanger casually, he stepped out of the exquisite and gorgeous door with his slender and straight legs, and he walked out when the sky was getting bright.

And after he walked out, the servant still came in silently with his head bowed as usual, changing clothes, wiping his face, and washing up the motionless person on the bed.

It's what they do day in and day out, and they're used to it.

As for the pink hickeys all over the slender and white figure as usual, and the delicate lips that were ravaged to the point of being red and swollen...Of course they were the same as usual, as if they hadn't seen anything.

I won't have any feelings when I see it, and I dare not have any feelings!

It's just that none of them saw that when they washed her up, there seemed to be some emotional fluctuations flashing across her snow-white face that seemed to be sleeping.

A crystal clear teardrop slowly seeped out from the corner of her clear eye, and then slowly, slowly rolled down like a pearl with a broken thread, seeped into the delicate silk pillow, and disappeared.