She really was too naive and cheap, she was foolish! How could she have believed that a man who looked down on women and possessed such a sinister nature wouldn't exchange her for someone else?
At this moment, he was nestled close to his coquettish old flame, probably secretly laughing in his heart!
She lay straight on the sofa. Behind her, a crude stranger's hands that made her feel nauseous eagerly reached over and roamed greedily over her long legs. Beside them, the moans and cries of men and women ebbed and flowed like a symphony, constantly accompanying, swirling, echoing. This further stimulated the shameless hands of the man on her, making his moves more intense!
She kept silent, not moving, her teeth biting her lower lip, weakly lying there, her head tilted as her empty eyes stared at the silent Robert Thomson who was standing on the side, never looking away.
