"Syr, it looks like I was too light on you last time." “” Too light Her leg still hurts, okay Cill looked up to explain that it was just his momentary remarks, but he was already in front of the landline, his slender fingers turning the circle of the phone.
She had to shut up.
Soon after he hung up the phone, his secretary took Becca with him under the pretext of taking him to the supermarket to buy snacks.
Now the two of them are the only ones left in the office.
Cill stood in the corner of the office like a child doing something wrong, leaning against his desk, sticking out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, looking up at her with a blank expression.
He was silent for a while, and then asked, "Say it yourself, what punishment do you want?"
” She raised her eyes and stole a glance at him, and said timidly, "I don't want any punishment for me." ” He laughed, "Cyr, it's not night. ” "Night" she didn't understand, "does night have anything to do with not punishing" He got up and walked in her direction.
Cill looked at the foolish chuckle on his face, and after a few moments finally understood what he meant.
What he meant should have been that it wasn't night.
So don't dream God, she still asked him such a stupid question, it's really humiliating.
After Sir understood that he would not let go of himself easily, he simply did not pretend to be flattering, stood up straight, turned his head and snorted stubbornly, "You won't let me go anyway, so do whatever you want." ” "Ahh She didn't expect him to pick her up as soon as he came over.
He put her on the desk, put his arms around her waist and flipped her over, "Lying on her stomach." ” “” After she lay down, he pulled her skirt up to her waist.
Her legs trembled from his burning gaze and the cold breeze of the air conditioning around her.
She turned her head to look at him, terrified.
What he wanted to do.
His strong hand pulled her white pants down to the side of her thighs.
"Hey what are you doing."
His actions were completely unexpected, and he grabbed his hand to snatch it back, but the next second he felt a pain in his hips.
"Ahh She turned her face back in shame, her hands on the table, her head resting on the backs of her hands, her eyes closed and she didn't dare to look at him.
He was beating her It doesn't hurt very much.
But the shame made her so painful that she wanted to find a hole in the ground.
"Amount" In a daze, there was another trembling pain.
She bit the back of her hand hard, so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.
"In the future, don't you dare to do it" His voice came from above her.
"I don't dare to say bad things about you in the future, you can let me go" She said scaredly.
His watch-bearing hand clasped her waist, and with the other he took her long hair that hung down at her sides, wrapping it all around her back.
He loved to see her from that perspective.
She's very well-behaved like this.
It's also beautiful.
She looked away at him and tried to get up and run away, but he couldn't move because of his waist, so she had to lie back on her hands.
She couldn't stand this shameful action, so she quickly flipped her body and sat up while he was distracted, and then put on her pants that he had pulled to his knees.
After she put it on, she had confidence, raised her head and looked at him and cursed angrily, "If you are shameless, you will bully me with your own strength, I tell you that if I were a man, I would have carried you to the table every day, and then forcibly took off your pants and beat you with an iron rod" She died of grievances. oshow7 t1706231537: