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

really a big shot with great

someone is peeping

I finish, my words are blocked up by

arouses the desire in my heart.

way down and stops at

the bed, and presses his great body

I have an injury on my waist!

you're dancing with another man!” He snorts coldly with his big hands putting

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

indifferent man can

waist is no longer painful, but with Frances Louis's strength, I am afraid that my waist will

are fewer clothes on

do strenuous exercise, would

Louis. He takes off my underpants without my permission and

on him, unable to struggle. I can only let his huge organ

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, trying not to let my

“S…slowly.” I say tremblingly.

The man says innocently. Then a hard push, of

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

leans over

could not resist, my whole-body collapses on the bed, but my mouth is stubborn, “No, not comfortable. Not at all. You must finish quickly. I'm going to

me comes the voice

me out of bed., but

legs wrap around his waist tightly. As a