The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

"Cesar, why do you treat me like this if you let go." She struggled in his arms, punching and kicking to escape from his arms.

How could her strength be his opponent, César clasped her hands behind her with one hand, kissed her ears, "So strong today? Huh? I remember you used to be obedient and enjoy it under me ?”

With the fruity and straightforward words, and his mocking eyes, a bloody flower suddenly bloomed on her face, and the originally calm eyebrows were completely destroyed, full of anger.

Lips and tongues are intertwined, ambiguity is rising in the air, her fragrance and soft touch is completely different from the woman she is superior to him in front of him, bewitching his mind a little bit, the punitive biting gradually becomes A deep passionate kiss.

Shenmu is powerless to resist, she is no match for him in physical strength, and her physique has long since deteriorated, being suppressed by him, she can only be slaughtered.

"Cesar," she was powerless and was suspended in mid-air. This posture made her feel extremely insecure, and she could only be forced to climb his shoulders, "You can't do this, we have nothing to do with each other..."

Her body was completely pierced at this moment, her soft body was under his indifferent and rough violation, her harsh voice fell into her ears like falling beads, "I'm not your man, it's not your turn to teach me .”

There were more severe impacts under her body, and he seemed determined to smash her body apart, "Noble Second Miss, are you going to tell your father, or tell my mommy, say I pressed you on the desk in the study and raped you? Go ahead and tell any of them that at least one of my legs will be crippled as the price."

"You bastard, you bastard," the pain from being violated was gradually replaced by extreme pleasure. Shenmu couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and could only murmur and curse at the bastard.

Thinking is chaotic.

He smiled lowly, and liked her appearance very much at this time, even if she was angry or angry, at least her eyebrows were vivid, not indifferent and disdainful.

She kissed her face intimately. Except for attending parties or formal occasions, she usually doesn't wear makeup. She has a plain face without any makeup or other messy smells.

The smell of lust permeated the air in the study.

Her body was stiff, and there was a deep restraint in her throat.

He raised her face with one hand, and whispered in her ear, "If you feel comfortable, don't bear it, my study is usually used for meetings, no matter how loud you yell, people outside can't hear it... ..."

Before the words fell, he held her waist and gave another round of impacts, and this time, all of them hit her most sensitive points one after another. Shenmu was annihilated by the overwhelming feeling, and his toes curled up. .

"Enough is enough..." she said intermittently, "Cesar, you are enough..."

"Not enough," he interrupted her in a cold voice. Instead of stopping, the movements under his body became wilder, "That's enough, are you discriminating against me?"

She half closed her eyes, confused and charming, like a lazy cat under his body, her face was flushed.

Looking at her appearance, he felt a sense of pride, pride and sadness in his heart. He could control her body and her mood, but he still couldn't control her heart.

Or……

"Gong Shenmu," his voice suddenly dropped several times, "do you enjoy being under all men?"

A basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head, she was really unbearable in his heart.

She didn't even know how she became so unbearable in his heart.

She tried hard to persuade herself not to say too much, all unspeakable words hurt him ten points and she would hurt herself eight points.

She can't bear any harm anymore.

Closing her eyes, she raised her chin to facilitate his kiss, and her words were already in a faint hoarse voice, "Let me go when you're done, you can do as much as you like, but please hurry up."

César was once again irritated by this sentence, and laughed back from anger. His fingers rubbed the skin of her face, and he looked down at her, "Do you know why I want you here today?"

Warm actions, cool words.

"It's just to prove that you are not worthy of my love at all." His hand fell from her face, and then fell, holding the tenderness of her chest, "Even if you are a man who doesn't love you, you can still laugh Flattery, heh, why are you worthy of my holding in the palm of my hand?"

Language is sometimes the most vicious weapon, and there is nothing wrong with putting this sentence between them.

Shenmu looked straight at him, her black eyes were full of self-deprecating smiles, her voice was as soft as clouds, "If that's the case, then don't like me anymore."

She stretched out her hand and pushed him away vigorously, lowered her head and put on her clothes with the smallest arc of movements, calming her restless breathing.

His arms were still propped on both sides of her body, her upper body was naked, and her lower body was disheveled.

She was between his arms, glanced at his body, stretched out her arm to pull out the paper, and lowered her head to help him tidy up. It was the first time she did this kind of thing, her face was still flushed with embarrassment, but her long hair was hanging down, covering the paper. It covered most of her face.

Throwing the paper into the trash can, she helped him put on his pants holding his breath, lowered his head patiently and gently fastened his belt, and put on the shirt that had been almost taken off by her.

Standing in front of him, she helped him button all the buttons one by one with her slender and white fingers. She was very patient and calm, as if the woman who was so angry that she wanted to slap him just now was not her at all.

César lowered his head and stared at the woman in front of him. She had long black hair, a quiet demeanor, and she looked like a docile and sweet little wife who focused on helping him dress.

He obviously raped her brazenly a few minutes ago, but now she is helping him get dressed.

Shenmu moved very slowly and breathed calmly.

That's it, she has no qualifications and no chance to do these things for him in the future.

Her height only reached his chest, and such a gap made him feel safe. He couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, and couldn't see the emotion deep in her eyes.

"I won't appear in your sight again in the future," she said quietly while buttoning buttons, "An Mo loves you very much, please treat her well."

"In the future, don't treat other women like you do to me,"

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