Albert Wilson instantly let go of her in pain, there was a strong taste of blood coming from the tip of his tongue, his eyes suddenly coloured with a storm, and
'Cynthia, I wanted to hurt you, but you didn't want to, in that case then don't blame me for being rude!'
He said and with a big wave of his hand he threw her onto the big bed, and the man's strong body covered up with it.
His hot bro has long been taut, but she did not have any signs of wanting to accept him, he did not care about her feelings, three times removed her clothes, just like that ruthlessly into her, and then grabbed her waist limbs and ruthlessly rhythm.
As he tortured her, he whispered a vicious warning in her ear.
'Cynthia, I'm going to say it for the last time today: forget that man!'
The Trip to Provence 4
