TB

CHAPTER 84

Black chandelier.

She suddenly remembered how the man had called her late at night to clean the chandelier. It was at this desk that he first tried to attack her.

Even then, he must have wanted to rip her underwear.

In the end, his wish came true. Even though she tried everything to avoid him, in the end, she ended up like this. If she had been attacked here that day, she would have been furious.

Now, it was just funny.

Winston, looking down between his wide open legs, raised his head. A slanted smile appeared on his face as he undid his belt buckle.

She soon found out why.

“Huht…”

As soon as the pillar came out, it hit her opening. The chunk of hot flesh slides upward, cutting through the tender flesh. The tip, which struck the deeply hidden cl*toris and protruded above the lower abdomen, was soaked with clear bodily fluid.

It was proof that she was excited.

‘So, what is he asking me to do?’

Grace glared at him for a moment before turning her head to the side.

Her eyes widened the moment her gaze landed on the ashtray in front of the phone. The heap in the ashtray was not ash. It was a small lump of paper, a postage stamp. A smile soon burst from her mouth as she stared at the discarded postage stamp used for a bizarre prank.

My God. She was laughing in the middle of this.

“Aht…”

The laughter stopped in an instant. The pillar rubbed the cl*toris and smeared a lot of liquid. Every time the blunt flesh crushed the bump, a sharp sensation as if being stabbed by a hot frost, spread all over her body along the spine.

Grace, who had flinched below his waist, suddenly moved her entire body. The long piece of flesh cut through her without warning and lodged at the end of her inner wall.

“Ah! Uhp…”

“Quiet.”

A hand as hot as the pillar in her stomach closed her mouth. As she thought that there might be soldiers standing outside the door, her cheeks closed under his large hands.

Winston ordered, slowly pulling out the pillar he had buried in her.

“Take it off.”

At his words, Grace unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse, one by one, starting from her neck. The buttons were small and round.

The buttons slipped from her fingertips every time he moved. As she was struggling to unfasten the button and fiddling with the button in the middle of her bra. Running out of patience, the man grabbed the collar of her blouse with both hands and ripped it wide.

Tak, tak.

Torn buttons popped up in all directions. Her bra was pulled up to her collarbone in an instant, and his thick tongue covered the apex that rose in the middle of the bouncing flesh.

“Heup…”

Grace had to cover her mouth with her hand.

Still, her hands were not enough. As the caresses and moving of his waist became more ferocious, an obscene moan leaked out through the cracks in her weak hands.

Eventually, she came.

“Turn on, ahht, the radio…”

“Haa, you can just not make a sound?”