Cassie glared at him irritably. How can he be so despicable?
"What's wrong? You were happy last night, weren't you?" Roy sat down and held her, with his slender fingers slipping down, and then whispered beside her ears, "The sheet was wet by your sexual secretions."
Cassie trembled out of rage while he continued, "Your pussy is so tight, which gave me great pleasure. Honey, you are so tight. Do you feel happier when I don't wear condoms in the early morning?"
Her face turned pale, and her heart almost stopped beating.
She couldn't remember how many times they had sex, but now she was reminded by his words, and the memory of this morning was back again. The man's panting was suffused in her mind, which gave a violent strike to her mind.
She vaguely remembered that Roy pressed over her body this early morning, and she was weak enough to withstand his violent impact.
