The Queen of Gossip

Hearing his insulting words, Mechelle's face turned pale, and she couldn't help clutching her collar tightly.

"Huh? What kind of action are you doing? Pretending to be reserved? Playing hard to get?" Luo Xichen laughed loudly, "Since you asked me to fuck you, then obediently let me do it, and we're done!"

After finishing speaking, he strode forward, grabbed her body forcefully, and forced her to break away, turned her back to him, cut her right arm backwards, tore open her skirt in an extremely rude manner, and stretched out her big hand, Without any foreplay, he put his three fingers together and poked hard into her bottom.

"Ahh—" Mechelle let out a scream.

She felt that the bottom of her body seemed to be torn apart, and the rough things were poked in so hard, and the dry inner wall seemed to have been scratched.

"Is that so? Or is it faster and more violent to satisfy you little bitch?"

Luo Xichen's face was ashen, and the insulting words he said were merciless.

Lost Wanqing, if he loses Wanqing, he will not laugh, and he will lose the ability to love.

He will be the cruelest person in this world.

"Don't..." Mechelle begged miserably, "Lucifer, please, don't be so rude to me, I love you—"

"Love me?" Luo Xichen sneered, his face was sullen, and his voice was like a devil, "Of course you love me, otherwise you wouldn't feel so violently poked, and your body would still feel, little bitch, you're already wet. "

"Don't...don't say it, please——" Mechelle's face was flushed, and her voice was miserable, she was ashamed of herself, she couldn't control her lustful body.

"Tell me, where is Wanqing?"

As he spoke, he added one finger, four fingers, raging desperately at a crazy speed in the valley below her.

She screamed, she wailed, but at the same time, she let out a cry of excitement, more body fluids poured out, she began to feel comfortable, and her painfully twisted face began to glow with joy.

Not long after, the soft flesh underneath convulsed, and a large amount of body fluid slanted out, ran down his hand, dripped onto the bed, and got wet.

"Are you satisfied?" He stretched out his hand stained with her liquid, and put it next to her mouth, which was limp on the bed, like a rebellious emperor, ordered coldly, "Lick your dirty things clean."

The corners of Mechelle's eyes were moist, her lips trembled a little, she hugged his right hand, the tip of her nose was filled with her own dirty smell.

Seeing that she was not moving, Luo Xichen grabbed her chin, opened her mouth, poked his hand in, and said in a deep voice, "Lick!"

Tears rolled down Mechelle's cheeks, she opened her mouth and licked his fingers vigorously, tasted the slightly salty fishy smell in her mouth.

His fingers were so long that they almost poked her throat, a rush of nausea rushed her, and she wanted to vomit.

"I've already made you climax, tell me, where is Wan Qing?" Luo Xichen looked down at her, like a lowly bitch.

Mechelle's tears became more violent, she licked his hand clean, and choked up: "In Japan... I was taken away by Hoshino Akira."

"The exact address?" Luo Xichen took out a handkerchief, wiped the saliva on his hand, and wiped it many times before throwing it into the trash can.