In My Desperate Time

“Hate me?” Frances chuckles and his strong body just presses against me.

“Actually I don’t mind if you hate me further. At least, hating me also means you can’t forget me.”

Just trying to understand his meaning, I am kissed.

The familiar and intoxicating smell makes me unable to resist.

I know what he is going to do next, but there is no way!

I bear him to do this to

away with all my might and turn the door handle desperately. The door rattles but I fail to open it. With Frances slowly approaching me, I

man presses one leg on my thigh, with one hand easily holding my shoulder, and the other

ruder. In the end, he tears up

haven’t had sex for a long time. Without foreplay, his big size makes me feel even more painful, piercingly painful like the first time I had sex with him. My whole body is tense, and my

time no see, you are more tight than

long time ago, now I have no relationship with you. It’s rape! It’s rape!” I desperately thump Frances and cry with disgrace.

treats me as a tool to vent his sexual desire. He never cherishes me. He doesn’t love me and even kills his own baby. He is not worth any affection. At this moment,

says something with his deep voice, he