Sheng Ai First Lady

Gong Shentuo has always been impatient with her, she didn't move, so he walked over a few steps, picked her up and threw her on the bed, and then his body also fell over.

Xia Jin still tilted her head, her face pressed against the soft quilt, she didn't look at him, she just suppressed her trill and urged, "Hurry up if you want to do it."

"Your body injury is too ugly, it ruins my 'sexuality'." Gong Shentuo looked at her condescendingly, and said lightly.

Xia Jin gritted her teeth, feeling extremely sad. No matter how strong she was, she was still a woman. The man she liked thought her body was too ugly, and anyone would feel sad if she put it on her body.

She struggled to escape from him, muttering, "Don't do it if you're not 'sexy'."

Gong Shentuo didn't insist on staying, looked at her and said casually: "Call the city to take you back, and then call Su Yun over, I think she's okay."

Xia Jin froze in the distance and didn't move. She turned over, without saying a word, wrapped her arms around Gong Shentuo's neck, put her lips on it, boldly took off his clothes, and put Her body was pressed against it, and she blew into his ear, "I don't even want to see my body, Boss, you are really wronged to humiliate me."

Gong Shentuo's hand clasped her waist without any foreplay, and slammed into her body hard. Xia Jin was in pain and almost burst into tears.

"Remember your own identity and satisfy me, it is your duty." His voice was panting heavily, "You can't turn my palm, so be obedient."

Xia Jin bit his shoulder, venting all her grievances on it, until she tasted blood on the tip of her tongue.

The dense impact tormented all her senses, and all her rationality slowly faded away in this monstrous lust.

Every time he wanted her, he was as fierce as a jackal, especially this time, when Gong Shentuo looked at her closed eyes, what he remembered in his mind was that this woman rushed into the meeting room and questioned her for moving other men, He didn't hesitate to beat Jingzi.

In the middle of the night, when he was not there, he secretly visited other men. When he thought of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and his movements became more and more ruthless.

The next day, when Xia Jin opened her eyes in a daze, she felt soreness and pain and discomfort all over her body, especially the bed under her body, which seemed extraordinarily hard.

He surveyed the top of his head blankly... This is Yemen's dungeon.

Xia Jin rubbed her head, propped herself up on the bed and forced herself to sit up. Su Yun, who was opposite, saw that he had woken up, and ran to the door, with a crying voice, and asked hopelessly, "Lan Ge, you... How are you doing?"

Xia Jin stood up from the bed and wanted to say that she was fine, but just as she got up, she staggered and fell to the ground due to the pain in her lower body, and fell to the same place as last time - her knee.

When she lowered her head, she realized that she was wearing a man's large white shirt. Since the top two buttons were not buttoned, she could easily see the bruised hickey marks on her collarbone, and scattered mottled and interlaced welts. Very penetrating.

Everything from last night came up like a tide, Xia Jin looked at Su Yun's eyes, her face was so red that she could bleed.

He must have deliberately left such obvious ambiguous marks on her body, and that wasn't enough. He put her on her clothes, told her to go at night on purpose, and then threw her back into prison early in the morning.

He wanted to tell the world that she was his woman, a woman who could be played with and discarded at any time.