In My Desperate Time

According to my years of experience, it supposes to be my period.

“Turn on the light.” I say to Frances Louis.

Apparently, Frances Louis doesn’t know what happened. He says to me with a smile,

“Since when you become so bold and like to do it with the light on?”

The man reaches out his hand and turns on the light.

I quickly push him away and look down. It is really my menstrual blood, which looks especially conspicuous under the white sheet.

“Sorry, my period comes. You can only help yourself.” I say to Frances Louis lamely.

His face darkens down, his deep eyes turn to me, and he hums, “What can I do?”

I think and say to him, “there are a lot of women. You can find someone to release your desires. Or...”

I pause and say to him blushingly, “You can use your hand, too.”

Anyway, my period comes and I can't have sex with him. Even if he doesn't think it gross, I think it's dirty.

Frances Louis looks at me with a flirtatious smile. He grabs my hand, and says, “Or you can help me with your hands.”

Then, he puts my hand on his hot giant member.

thing bounces in my hand and scares

never know this thing would

chuckle, “the pure woman

my hand holds his member, shaking

never done it before. My face is

deeply ashamed to do this

wriggle and want to take my hand back. But Frances Louis

what I will do

I turn my head away

moans. His face shows that he is comfortable and

he loosens his hand, and says to me in a

Frances Louis just

by little he teaches me, and I become more and

and form. Finally, he makes me tired but doesn’t mean to

finish it

I ask anxiously.

a tampon yet. I'm on my knees with my legs tucked, and my

quickly can make me come faster.” He

I could do nothing but speed up, as Frances Louis said.

last, with a low roar, his cum

splashes on my chest, my face, and