TB

CHAPTER 79

As the woman’s love liquid and his own s*men congealed together, it reminded him of the pearls.

When he picked up the pearl chain he had left across the bed railing, the woman, who had been well-behaved until her wrists were bound into his lower body, began trying to get away by struggling with her legs.

“Stay still.”

Trying to struggle with her body pierced by the long stake only drained her energy.

A long chain was wrapped around their joint, crossing the flesh over her cl*toris in an X. What was left was loosely wrapped around the base of his manhood.

“Ah-huht… ah…”

When the thrusting started again, her moans became even more bizarre.

Clack, clack.

The sound of pearls crashing rang in Grace’s head.

The pearls that covered her secret place created strange friction, and her mind became more and more distant.

Every time Winston shook her, the loosely bound hands were pulled, and the X-shaped mass of pearls scraped up and down the cl*toris mercilessly. The pearls hanging down under it also pressed and rubbed against the tender labia.

It was fortunate that his pillar was only halfway in and out because the chain was wrapped around it, but each time the thick flesh pushed through the inner flesh and stopped, her inner walls were crushed by the hard beads.

It was a stimulus that was difficult to withstand for the flesh that had been stretched from biting into the thick pillar.

“Heuk… take it out!”

“Ha…”

“It, it went inside, ha-uhk!”

“Yes, I know.”

Even one or two were sucked inside when his manhood poked her. Every time Winston moved his lower body, pearls rolled around between the pillar and the walls.

Grace stopped breathing.

As the bumpy lump scratched the inner wall, a stimulus so strong that sparks flashed in front of her eyes. It felt like he was stabbing her with a club with thick bumps. The urge to squirt something sharpened every time the hard mass was pounded in the stomach and stuck close to her urethra.

How many times had it been today because of that godd*mn pearl?

Still unable to bear the humiliation of this, Grace gasped for breath and came.

“Ah, stop! heuk, I don’t, like—”

“What do you mean you don’t like it? You like it so much you could die.”

Of course. Why was she still begging this man?

The brutal man pushed Grace’s body even further. He hit the inner wall under the urethra with his tip, and even opened her clitoris and rolled it with her thumb.

She couldn’t beat Leon Winston with his body.

The moment the heavy piece of flesh snapped right under the urethra, the strength of her lower abdomen was loosened.

“AHK!”

The narrow hole picked up the clear water and shot it up high.

“How many times has it been tonight? Is this a new record?”

The man smiled mischievously and stopped thrusting. With his lower back soaked with water from Grace, he lazily wiped away the transparent water droplets flowing through the cracks in his clearly split muscles with a towel.