In the vast and luxurious room, the maid who received the order cleaned herself from head to tail, changed into a set of sexy sarong, lying on the bed in a provocative manner, waiting for the man who was as noble as a god.
The door to the room was pushed open, and Ryan walked in wearing a black bathrobe, freshly showered and with his black shaggy hair still dripping with water.
When the woman saw this, she immediately changed her position enough to make the man's blood boil and pouted, "Ryan, you're finally here, making me wait for the flowers."
Ryan stopped before the bed, raised his eyebrows, looked down at the wintry woman, and ordered expressionlessly, "Take off your clothes, turn around and lie on your back, then close your eyes!"
"What?" The woman stared in dismay, seemingly not understanding the meaning of the man's words, as Ryan looked at her coldly and sneered, "What, no?"
The woman shook her head in panic: "No, I'll do it right away!" Saying that, she has followed Ryan's instructions, removing the beautiful sarong, revealing the delicate body, then demurely lying on the bed, beautiful big eyes also enjoy like closed.
A cold smile surfaced on Ryan's lips as he turned and walked to the wine cooler and poured a glass of red wine, and drank it all.
A few moments later, the soft bed suddenly sank, the woman's hips, a pair of hands like iron pincers stuck in a deadlock, and roughly raised high, a heavy crotch, the man immediately sent himself in. "Ah!!!" The woman beneath her immediately cried, "Ryan, it hurts, you gently, Ryan!"
"It really hurts. Oooh, it's my first time, be gentle!"
"I'm really in pain!
But the man did not have any pity, a large palm clamped her waist, in a strong position, against the woman underneath the ravages of death.
"Ah ~!!!"
"Ryan, please don't do this to me, Ryan, please," the silky, faint, mumbled, soft voice of a woman pleading rang out over and over in the room, desperately trying to turn her head to see the man behind her who wanted her so badly, but before her head could be turned, a large, strong hand pressed against her neck, stopping her from moving.
An hour later, the man finally gets satisfied and withdraws from the woman.
The woman who lost her support and collapsed helplessly on the big messy bed has long cried pearly tears and raised her head in pique: "Ryan, you were really" so bad just now.
But the moment she turned her head, she immediately stared in dismay. The person who wanted her to death just now was not Ryan, but a strange man she didn't know at all.
I looked around in horror but saw Ryan sitting on the sofa in the corner of the room at the moment, leisurely and lazily sipping wine, watching her with a good attitude.
"Ryan, what are you?" The woman inquired in consternation, loss, shame, with anger.
Ryan laughed disdainfully and contemptuously: "The women who want to climb into my Ryan's bed end up with this. What? What other women can tolerate, but the vice mayor's daughter can't? If you play in my place, you have to follow the rules of my game!"