"Thought this was over?"
"This is just the beginning."
Lin Zhenghui then took out some vibrating artifacts from his pocket and continued to torture her.
He vibrated her into a drunken stupor until she knelt begging Lin Zhenghui for mercy, pleading that she couldn't take it anymore, begging him to stop.
Conquering a woman
Isn't about satisfying her alone, but training her to be the most obedient.
That's what conquest is, like Jiang Meifeng, this widow, who seemed to have been trained into Lin Zhenghui's own private milk cow.
"I can't do it anymore, go find Guan Xiaohui to screw, I saw her peeking just now," Xuewei said, rubbing her two small cantaloupes on her chest.
There was no help for it; her chest bore many toothmarks from Lin Zhenghui's bites, which were aching.
Especially the two red plum buds on the top of the snowy peaks, which he had bitten and sucked, were now sore and numb, and she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
