Wayne Bailey's passionate lips fiercely kissed her, leaving one kissing mark after another on her fair skin...
Anna Jadwin's legs felt weak as she mustered the strength to lift her stubborn face, "I don't feel anything, get off me!"
Wayne Bailey's masculine pride felt insulted, so finally he turned over and went into the bathroom.
The door slammed loudly with a bang-
Anna felt weak, thinking about how the old man would constantly nourish him in the future, with no outlet to vent, would he be able to restrain himself?
With his status, what woman couldn't he have?
Should she help him find a few more mistresses?
The entire living room was filled with a dark, sinister style.
Black velvet, black bed curtains, black drapes...
Dark purple sofa, brave troops in the shape of a powerful and imposing creature.
Anna Jadwin walked over; the dressing table had a snake beauty wrapped around a black rose, conspicuously placed amongst piles of women's makeup containers.
