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

did you know that someone

words are blocked up by

arouses the desire in my heart. I feel my whole

the way down and stops

room, he throws me on the bed, and presses

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

you think you're hurt when you're dancing with another man!” He snorts coldly with his big hands putting on the

he your friend? And we're just dancing. You

man

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

are fewer clothes on my

said that I can’t do strenuous exercise, would you please leave me

I'll be gentle today.” says Frances Louis. He takes off my underpants without my permission and turns me upside down.

to struggle. I can only

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 shy voice spill

“S…slowly.” I say tremblingly.

The man says innocently. Then a hard push, of which the pleasure makes me almost

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

you want.” Frances Louis leans over and

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

me comes the voice of

me over and carries me out of bed., but the

legs wrap around his waist tightly. As a result, every step he takes makes my