Lyselia ran away from Otis's room and returned to her own room.
I slammed the door to my room and sank into it. I didn't want to believe it. I wasn't given any aphrodisiacs.
That day, even though I was being held by a man I hated, I felt so good, and I realized that the woman who cried vulgarly every time that cock moved in and out of me was actually me.
She spread her thighs, she begged, she held it in her mouth, and then even kissed the dickens.
(No, no, no! ...no difference)
I tried to deny it many times, but I couldn't deny it.
Even though I was forced to drink the aphrodisiac, I was still rational because Otis's words must have been true.
"Uh, uh…gusss."
Tears filled my eyes. She didn't cry when I sacrificed her virginity for money, but now she was crying.
The semen that had just been ejaculated from her vagina overflowed and ran down her legs.
(Ah, I have to scrape it out.)
