After the fierce battle, Irene was sweating profusely in Ronald's arms. Ronald looked at the marks on her wrist. After he calmed down, he asked with worry for Irene, "Does it hurt?"
Actually, Ronald didn't tie her up too tightly. The marks were caused by Irene's excited wriggling. At that time, Irene was in extreme pleasure and didn't feel any pain on her wrist.
"It hurts." Irene had to put on an act. "I was right to call you a pervert."
Ronald rubbed the marks on Irene's wrist. It was a languid feeling that hadn't dissipated yet. "Well, I'm a pervert to you only."
Irene slept soundly. When she opened her eyes, she felt refreshed. Ronald was no longer in the room. Irene changed her clothes and tried to pull the door open. She didn't expect it to open.
So, he wasn't angry with her and let her go?
Irene felt empty in her stomach after letting go of this matter. Ronald really made her suffer so much every time.
