Fairy Cries Only At Night

I kicked him with my feet and grabbed him with my hands. I didn't expect him to break my legs off. I faced him in a humiliating posture.

But it wasn't over yet. He carried my hand behind my back, forcing me to stand up and bend my back into a soft arc to meet him.

My rag like clothes had long fallen to my waist in the struggle, revealing that I was only wearing a red upper body.

I have a good figure. I'm forward and backward. When I'm bent by him, it's conceivable that a certain part is very obvious.

I looked at my posture and wanted to cover my clothes, but I couldn't move. I could only scold with red eyes.

"*, let me go! Do you hear me! I told you to let me go!"

"Oh, I am *, come on, how much?"

The good-looking Danfeng eyes were provoked, with endless black and faint red in their eyes, and the perfect outline was more violent, as if to burn people.

But I'm not afraid at all. I've long been blinded by anger. I trembled with anger and roared back recklessly, "I'm not a miss. You've found the wrong person!"

My anger seemed like a thing to him. He looked at me from top to bottom, and finally stopped on his chest, "is it a bid or a bid for a night? Huh?"

My anger has risen to the extreme, not angry but smiling, "you're fucking deaf, aren't you? I said, don't sell!"

"Five hundred and one nights at a time?"

He seemed to think about opening his mouth. I almost burst out, but his next sentence almost choked me to death.

"You said I took your first kiss? Then you are still a place? A woman with a man is still a place? Do you think I'm stupid?"

I think I met an oversized mad dog. As soon as he got entangled, he kept biting. I was so angry that I didn't even have the strength to get rid of it.

It was in this gap that the mad dog began to expose his nature. My bra was pulled by him and fell weakly.

He covered it with a demon like hand and bit it with his evil lips.

When the fierce pain came, I took a breath of air conditioning and struggled quickly, but my hand was firmly controlled by his other hand.

My legs straddle his waist, just like a fish pressed on the chopping board. I can't earn it at all.

I don't give up and try my best to twist my body, but I don't know that twisting my body under such circumstances is teasing *.

"I'm good at serving men."

He let go of my heart, and his magnetic voice was infected with a thick hoarseness, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was particularly evil.

"*! Dress *!"

He smiled deeper, and when he pulled back his hand holding my hands, my body met him even more.

This radian makes me clearly see a place with a little glittering light after being bitten by him, * as if waiting for someone to pick.

I've never seen such a bad man with a strong sense of shame in my heart, "you fucking bastard! I'll sue you. You're *, *!"

I struggled hard. There was a hot thing clubbing me between my legs. I knew what it was. I was a little flustered.

Try your best and push forward enough.

I'm going to bite this man!

But he seemed to be aware of my attempt. When he pulled his hand back, I felt that my back was not my own.

At the same time, I heard a click and something open. Before I could react, my head was pressed on the hot spot.

I realized what this was and turned my head hard, but he pressed my head, "1000 at a time, do it!"