On her wrist was another small surprise for the evening, a pair of bracelets with locks, connected by a chain in the middle.
Such adorable little toys, quite common between the sheets, practical beyond reproach.
"I'll check how many times it's been used."
"Bedside, second drawer."
The counselor's nose was still beaded with perspiration, she didn't get up but hugged the pillow to her belly, her breaths coming in muffled hums as she curled up on the soft padding, legs clamped together.
"Spread them yourself."
"Don't want to, I don't have the energy to move..."
"Hurry up!"
Struggling was futile, both verbally and physically.
Humans find it difficult to resist a sensation that has penetrated deep into their marrow, especially one Min Jie had already experienced the pleasure of.
Mr. Lu pressed the button in his hand, commanding with ease, his manner nonchalant.
"Ah..."
