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.”

two seconds, the red

Louis is really a big shot with great

you know that someone is

are blocked up

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

down and stops at the

on the bed,

do, Frances Louis? I have

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

dancing. You are being

indifferent man can be

Frances Louis's strength, I am afraid that my waist will be

are fewer clothes on my body, I say

can’t do strenuous exercise,

hurt you. I'll be gentle today.” says Frances Louis. He takes

struggle. I can only let his huge organ push

to the deepest part of my body. I feel my heart and my body tremble uncontrollably. I bite my lips, trying not

“S…slowly.” I say tremblingly.

hard push, of which the pleasure

mouth so as not to cry out in front of Frances Louis. For all the time,

leans over

could not resist, my whole-body collapses on the bed, but my mouth is stubborn, “No, not comfortable. Not

voice of

turns me over and carries me out of bed., but the movement under

his waist tightly. As a result,