"Slap!"
The slap was extremely heavy.
After delivering it, he instantly sobered up, feeling that he might have gone a bit too far.
Wu Qiangwei was also stunned by the slap.
It took a good while for her to come back to her senses.
A burning pain radiated from her buttocks.
She was both ashamed and angry, struggling as she cursed, "Get your filthy hands off me, get lost!"
Wang Dahai found that whenever this woman opened her mouth, no matter what she said, she could precisely ignite his rage.
He had originally intended to let go, but her curse provoked another slap from his hand.
"Slap!"
"Still cursing?"
"Bastard, hooligan!"
"Slap!"
"That's for cursing!"
"Let go, get lost!"
"Slap, slap, slap!"
Slap after slap, Wang Dahai, despite his anger, had to admit that this woman's buttocks were really soft.
And they were especially pert, trembling violently with each slap.
After administering a dozen or so slaps, he stopped.
