TB

CHAPTER 62

The chair tipped over on its side shattered with a crunch, and he grabbed her by the hips as she fell.

“There is nothing to be afraid of because this dirty pervert is holding you well.”

He spread Grace's thighs apart and thrust the stiff, upright pillar of his flesh into her walls in one stroke.

It felt like she was about to tear from the thick stuff crushing the narrow opening that wasn't even wet, but there was no room for pain. The cruel monster lifted her up to a delicate height where the rope would strangle her if he didn't raise her as he thrusted into her.

If she didn't want to die, she had no choice but to beg him.

F*ck me harder, rougher, faster.

“Please, kuuh, fu, f*ck me…”

“Asking the enemy to f*ck you harder… your fiancé needs to hear this.”

After begging again, Winston grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up. The pillar, which had come out about halfway, was pushed into her stomach at once.

Slam, slam.

As she was relieved at the pain of her flesh getting roughly pounded, a nasty ridicule crept into her ears.

“You know what? They say that these days you can record sound and overlay it on film. Next time, I'll bring a tape recorder and a camera. Your fiancé, who will soothe his lonely nights with his own hands, will be very pleased with my gift. Right?”

He mentioned Jimmy again with his mouth, and Grace chewed her lips, which were chapped from the heavy breathing.

“Ah, it would be nice if everyone looked back and used it for training. Blanchard's Handbook for Prostitutes.”

“Ah, aht…”

“So, when are you going to tell me the location of the base, huh? Honey? Are you listening to me?”

Leon stared intently at the woman who swayed and groaned. She didn't even think about covering her lascivious breasts anymore.

A dirty wh*re who got horny from getting f*cked by her enemies.

As he gripped the swelling n*pple and twisted it hard, the next moment, the woman screamed and mercilessly tightened her inner walls.

“Aaht!”

“Haa, sorry. I made an unreasonable request. It would be crazy to see you swallowing the genitals of such a dirty pig.”

The thrusting, which had been barely raised like putting on a bait, became quicker.

While Grace, who was completely breathless, slowly regained her consciousness, Leon involuntarily let go of his self-control.

He lifted her higher, and even sucked and chewed her n*pples like a beast. That wasn't enough, he grabbed her by the back of her head and tried to kiss her, though what landed on his lips was not a woman's soft lips but a sharp sneer.

“You have a crush on the daughter of the woman who killed your father, so you f*ck her every day. I am more sane than you are.”

Grace was well aware. She realized that she was just an ant in front of a little boy. The kind of ant whose leg was torn off, scalded by a magnifying glass, and crushed by a stone.

Still, she was a biting ant.

Seeing Winston's left eyebrow twitch, she gave him another bite.

“Major Winston in hell must be very proud of his wonderful son.”