In My Desperate Time

Hungry for man? No, I don’t!

“No, no, no. I said It was an accident. Frances Louis, let me go!”

I look at my red wrist pinched by him and feel helpless. Frances Louis is a much more possessive man than I thought.

“If you want more people to notice you, just shout loudly.” Says Frances Louis quietly, without turning his head.

Even if I don’t do anything, just standing next to Frances Louis would have attracted enough attention. So, I can only obediently shut the mouth, let him lead me forward.

“Mr. Louis, why are you leaving here so soon? This is a special birthday party for you.” 'says someone.

“Have a good time. I've got some personal matters to deal with.”

That man gives me a deep and meaningful look.

“I understand, take your time.”

Frances Louis leads me all the way into the elevator. As the doors closes, he presses me against the wall and kisses me straight down.

His kisses sweep over me like a storm, encroaching on my sanity.

Suddenly I notice the camera opposite flashing red dots. If others see us kissing like this, I really have no face to see them.

“Ca…camera.”

I try hard to extruded this word from my lips.

It takes several seconds for Frances Louis to stop. He turns to the camera coldly and commands, “turn it off now.”

seconds, the

Louis is really a big

know that someone is peeping through the

finish, my words are

a good kisser, and gradually arouses the desire in my heart. I feel my

all the way down and stops at the third

on the bed, and presses his great

do you do, Frances Louis? I have an injury on my waist!

man!” He snorts coldly with his big hands putting on the softness

we're just dancing. You are being unreasonable!”

seemingly indifferent man

longer painful, but with Frances Louis's strength, I am afraid that my waist will

on

I can’t do strenuous exercise, would you please

that won't hurt you. I'll be gentle today.” says Frances Louis. He takes off

my back on him, unable to struggle. I can only let his huge organ push into my body little

movements are much slower than before, but each push reaches to the deepest part of my body. I feel my heart and my body tremble uncontrollably. I bite my lips,

“S…slowly.” I say tremblingly.

says innocently. Then a hard push, of which

so as not to cry out in front of Frances Louis. For all the time, I have been trying to suppress myself, for

if you want.” Frances Louis leans

the bed, but my mouth is stubborn, “No, not comfortable. Not at all. You must finish quickly. I'm

voice of Frances Louis,

out of bed., but the movement under his body doesn’t

down and my legs wrap around his waist tightly. As a result, every step he