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

really a big shot with great

someone is peeping through the

finish, my words are blocked up by Frances

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

way down

entering the room, he throws me on the bed, and

Frances Louis? I have

dancing with another man!” He

he your friend? And we're just dancing.

seemingly indifferent man can

the wound on my waist is no longer painful, but with Frances Louis's strength, I am

clothes on

I can’t do strenuous exercise, would you please

Louis. He takes off my underpants without

can only

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.

innocently. Then a hard push,

out in front of Frances Louis. For all the time, I have been trying

leans over and nibbles at my

collapses on the bed, but my mouth is stubborn, “No, not comfortable. Not at

comes the voice of Frances

he turns me over and carries me out of bed., but the movement under his body doesn’t

down and my legs wrap around his waist tightly.