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.”

the red

Louis is really a

know that someone is peeping through the

are

desire in my

down and stops

throws me on the bed, and presses his great

do you do, Frances Louis? I have an injury on

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

he your friend? And we're just dancing. You are being unreasonable!”

indifferent man can be

longer painful, but with Frances

are fewer clothes on

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

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

turn my back on him, unable to struggle. I can only let his

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 shy voice

“S…slowly.” I say tremblingly.

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

front of Frances Louis. For all the time, I

leans over and

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

me comes the voice of Frances

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

around his waist tightly. As a result,