“Hate me?” Frances chuckles and his strong body just presses against me.
“Actually I don’t mind if you hate me further. At least, hating me also means you can’t forget me.”
Just trying to understand his meaning, I am kissed.
The familiar and intoxicating smell makes me unable to resist.
I know what he is going to do next, but there is no way!
I hate him, how can I bear him to do this to me?
“Get away!” I push Frances Louis away with all my might and turn the door handle desperately. The door rattles but I fail to open it. With Frances slowly approaching me, I am scared to death.
“Soon you will beg me not to leave.” The man presses one leg on my thigh, with one hand easily holding my shoulder, and the other hand taking off my panties skillfully.
“Frances Louis, you can’t touch me! You can’t!” I twist beneath him, but he becomes much ruder. In the end, he tears up my pants, holds my waist and thrusts his penis into me.
The car shakes along with us. I see someone walk by and look inside for a while, then he leaves with a meaningful smile. I am too exhausted to struggle. Staring at the man above blankly, my heart freezes like falling into an ice-house.
Not knowing how long passes, finally his cum in me and my clothes has been soaked with sweat. He starts putting on clothes, slowly as usual.
“Can I go now?” I also mechanically put on my pants and say coldly. No doubt it’s a rape but I won’t sue him because of his status. Big deal, I just regard it as bit by a dog, a nasty bite.
“Go back with me.” The man says slowly.
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