Jiang Yuanâs body was placed on a table she couldnât see, at a height just opposite the lower edge of the mirror on the wall in her bathroom. Her legs were spread wide by the man and his cock was quickly pounding her water hole very fast. If it werenât for his big hands clasping her waist tightly, she would definitely be knocked out by his fierce force.
She raised his head slightly, just to see the scene of her legs in the mirror.
She never knew that her small vagina could be propped up into a hole bigger than an egg, and the red flesh inside was constantly turned out and stabbed in and out with the invisible cock going in and out. The transparent water was constantly being dried out and was pounded into a circle of fine white foam by the manâs cock.
It was so horny.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes winked like silk and her cheeks were flushed and such a lascivious self was too unfamiliar.
But she still felt that it wasnât enough.
She wanted him and she wanted him more.
She stood up and hooked his neck and leaned in to kiss him, biting his lips and entangling her lips with him.
In this way, she had become a state where her whole body was hanging on him.
The man didnât feel burdened at all and put his hands on her soft buttocks and tossed her up and down while fingering his cock.
He was teased twice last time and he had been enduring it until now. So today, he has to fuck her hard.
The first one to suffer was Jiang Yuan, who was being held and fucked without much effort.
The man entered hard and fast but she only felt sore, swollen and numb in her small hole and soon there was another wave of climax.
âAaa!ââ she cried, venting herself.
Her body turned into a pool of water and she fell softly on top of him.
His cock was still enjoying her smooth and tender pussy, shaking and sucking unconsciously. Zhong Jing hugged her and walked a few steps, wanting to leave the office and go to the lounge to fuck her again. Only then did he realize that the place she was in was a small space. He touched the doorknob, turned the doorknob and pushed it openâ
âNo!ââ Before Jiang Yuan could finish her words, she lost her support and rolled onto the floor of her room.
Her butt was almost smashed and her waist was almost broken.
After rubbing her buttocks and waist, Jiang Yuan realized what the current situation was.
Zhong Jing wouldnât think she was teasing him again, would he? Ah â how angry he must have been!
But he opened the door himself! What a mess!
She didnât care about the pain and got up quickly then ran to close the door of her room.
In order to quickly dissipate the fragrance, she went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer and sat on the bed in her room and dried her hair that was actually dry.
About ten minutes later, she crossed again.
She hurried to touch him.
It seems that he is no longer in his office because she touched the other personâs bed.
It should be his lounge.
She touched the bed but she didnât touch him. Instead, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and she was thrown onto the bed.
She was stunned all of a sudden and before she could react, the man pressed on her.
Oops!
Even though she couldnât hear and see him, she felt the manâs anger at this moment.
She was startled and wanted to struggle and explain to him, butâ
the manâs thick genitals stabbed into her small hole from behind. Jiang Yuan cried out in pain, âAhh!ââ
If it wasnât for the residual fluid lubricated after the orgasm just now, her little pussy would definitely have been torn apart.
But even if it was partially lubricated, it still hurt a lot and the manâs cock was like an iron rod, pushing her open.
He didnât give her any time to settle down at all and quickly fucked her.
Only then did Jiang Yuan realize how disparate the strength of men and women actually was. She was held down by him and couldnât move at all so she could only endure the pain and torture.
She could not stop the tears falling down from her eyes.
The sadness of loving him that he didnât know, the grievances that he couldnât recognize her when standing in front of him, the fear of being hated and disliked, the powerlessness of not being able to explain to him, all turned into tears through the pain of her body at this moment.
She cried so hard and couldnât help herself from stoping.
The man seemed to be tired of this position so he grabbed Jiang Yuanâs upper body and turned her over with his cock still inside her and folded her legs into an M shape and continued to fuck her with her hips up.
He moved in to kiss her again and his lips touched the water on her face and he was stunned for a moment. He touched her face with his hands and sure enough, he touched her face full of tears.
The thrusting movement stopped.
His cock was pulled out of the small hole and he lowered his head to her hole and smelled it but there was no smell of blood so he was relieved.
He came up and laid down on her side again and took her whole body into his arms and used one of his arm as a pillow for her and patted her back with one hand to comfort her.
Jiang Yuan gradually stopped crying.
Both of them had the idea of ââcommunicating with each other.
Zhong Jing wrote the word âpaperâ in the palm of her hand.
Jiang Yuan got up and went to her desk to get the post-it note and a pen that he used to write to her last time then returned and put them in Zhong Jingâs hand.
Zhong Jing wrote a series of numbers on a post-it note which was his phone number.
He asked Jiang Yuan to contact him.
Jiang Yuan had a hard time looking at the number on the paper.
But she did want to communicate with him and test his thoughts.
She picked up her mobile phone and applied for a WeChat account with a QQ account that she had not used for a long time and then added his mobile phone number.
It went through quickly.
She typed it and explained to him that the reason why she was able to travel was because of the scent. Just now, when he opened the door, the concentration of the scent lowered so she disappeared and she didnât do it on purpose.
Zhong Jing replied to her: What about the last two times?
Jiang Yuan, uh ÂŹÂŹâare you so vengefulâŚ
She didnât reply for a long time, Zhong Jing asked her: Do you want to meet me?
Jiang Yuan typed: Iâm ugly.
Zhong Jing: Iâm ugly too.
Jiang Yuan thought to herself, âDoes this person even know the word âuglyâ? If he called himself ugly, then there would be no one in this worldâwait, he doesnât believe that sheâs ugly?
Well, sheâs not ugly, sheâs just not so good-looking enough to match him.
The thought of him recognizing her came to her mind when he said that.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Jingâs next sentence directly killed her thoughts.