"Spank… spank me!" At this moment, Wen Xinyue gasped for breath, her body trembling like a sieve. Yet she stretched out her trembling hands and rudely stripped off her own pair of jeans, "Spank… go ahead, beat me to death, you cheap whore!"
"Master, please… please spank your cheap dog's ass!"
It's worth noting that there was originally a button and a zipper on Wen Xinyue's jeans.
But in a situation like this, how could Wen Xinyue care about unbuttoning her jeans?
She simply yanked down her jeans so forcibly that the button popped right off.
The jeans, along with her underwear, were pulled down to her knees by Wen Xinyue. Ignoring the cold floor which was chilling to the bone, she still knelt down, yet intentionally raised her buttocks high, her emotions out of control as she yelled at Chen Bin, "Master… spank… I beg for a spanking! The cheap dog's ass is already raised!"
"Smack!"
"Ah—hmm… that feels so good! Master, keep going… keep going!"
