The door was jolted, and the Sycamore trees in the courtyard shook.
The faint screams of the girl were also drowned out.
The apartment was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight pouring in through the window from the living room. It was bright and flawless, but in the dark corner of the entrance was a shameful scene.
An Xiaoyang was carried in simply and roughly by him. He pressed her against the door of the entrance and touched her up and down presumptuously. An Xiaoyang wanted to scream, but he swallowed her voice after eagerly covering her mouth and tongue.
After closing the door, he seemed to have finally let go of himself.
The boiling blood seeped through her thin skin and burned her fair body with a boiling temperature.
The darkness made one's desire and beastly nature more distinct, and all the physical senses became more obvious.
