"I'm broken...ah...it hurts so much...please...Lin Fan...spare me...I won't dare anymore..."
As Nie Yinghong's ass was severely smacked, already reddening and turning purple, she kept pleading. But Lin Fan was still grabbing her hair as he recklessly thrust into her muddy, soul-snatching cave, that brutal sight even scaring Xu Jingyi standing by.
"Kneel down!"
After the onslaught, Lin held Nie Yinghong's hair, pressed her down to the floor, and then stuffed his nearly erupting iron pestle into her mouth. With such brutality, she couldn't help but begin to gag, her hair being pulled while her little mouth was squeezed between Lin Fan's legs; she couldn't escape.
Until Lin Fan was fully satisfied and expelled everything hot into her mouth, then he let go of her hair. Nie Yinghong collapsed on the floor like a mess, gasping heavily from the crazy torture.
"Director Nie, like it?"
