After a long while, Lin Fan finally pulled out of Cai Jing's body, contentedly. He ripped off the safety device he'd used, grasped her head, and poured all his anger into her throat, topping her mouth to prevent any escape until she was forced to swallow every drop. Only then did he release her hair.
Left without Lin Fan's support, Cai Jing slid to the ground. Her body was covered in sweat, and her legs had long since lost feeling. The only thing she couldn't forget was the burning sensation and how disgracefully she had just behaved.
"Miss Cai, let me give you a little legal insight," Lin Fan said, sitting in a chair, smilingly looking down at Cai Jing, who was gasping on the floor. "If you can't prove whether intercourse was forced, there won't be a definitive judgment of indecency. Of course, now that 'my little treasure' is indeed in your mouth, you could try to sue. We'll see if your mouth can speak better than our video."
