Savage Love On His Wheelchair

Mr. Thomas in the mob is also a caller, the main power in the country, foreign also involved, but in fact, far less powerful than the domestic.

What Fang Ling heard most when he first entered the "night" was therumors about Mr. Thomas.

Not because he is the richest guest here, nor because his power is more powerful than others, but he is a ruthless man who does nothing without regard for the consequences, and as long as anyone messes with him, he will make others pay back a hundredfold.

So whether it's the mob or white people, as long as it's not something big, almost people won't bother with him, and over time, Mr. Thomas's reputation is growing, and many people are more or less afraid of his identity.

Although Mr. Thomas this person is ruthless, do things without regard to the consequences, but he will not be random and people feud, but he has a shortcoming is also a bit, notoriously protective of the short.

Fang Ling is physically and mentally broken at the moment, but if she wants to get out of here, she has to grit her teeth and push through.

Mr. Thomas is a notorious sexual pervert, especially likes to please the girls in different ways to achieve his inner conquest and satisfaction dare.

TAD coos” "Scream, scream hard ......," the creased face wore a lustful grin.

"Ahh ...... comfortable ......" "l.....want..... to .....want ...." Fang Ling is like a woman with a low sex drive, constantly cooperating with the movements made by Mr. Thomas, every movement is called the regal.

"Baby, | really love it, now let's have some excitement shall we?" Looking at Fang Ling's round ass, Mr. Thomas" eyes glowed and he reached out to remove the black cloth covering her eyes.

What caught my eye was a wrinkled, ugly, disgusting face.

"Baby, do not rush, I will soon let you enjoy the pleasure of the top of the clouds?" After saying that, he stretched out his dry hand to get the rope on the table.

Put both of Fang Ling's hands on top of his head and tie them to the head of the bed.

Mr. Thomas looked at Fang Ling who was already ready, holding a candle in one hand and a whip in the other, sitting in front of her.

Fang Ling looked at the things in his hand, and his body couldn't help but lean toward the head of the bed.

Just this one small action, but Mr. Thomas deep inside the pleasure is more unguarded to stimulate out.

"Baby, the game starts now!" TAD coos” "Don't..." Snap ......

Snap ......

"Call?" "Haha ......" Mr. Thomas's laughter seemed so bright and happy inside the large suite, while in Fang Ling's ears it was like a laugh from hell.

Not daring to be physically or mentally, Fang Ling is carrying a great deal of pain, but she knows that the pain she is suffering today is all brought to her by Rosemary.

She must hold on, as long as she captures the heart of this man, she will definitely send the shame she suffered today back to Rosemary a hundred times a thousand times in the future, so that she can also experience this taste.

TAD coos” "Mr. Thomas, you are great, people still want ......" "Well..." "Baby, do you like it?" Following his gaze down, Fang Ling was stunned by the following, but still could not help but nod, and before she could react, Mr. Thomas's whole body pressed against her.

"Don't..." TAD coos” A cone of pain came from below, as if it had been torn open hard.

The more Fang Ling screamed infear, the more excited Mr. Thomas was on top, and every time she moved, she felt as if she was teetering on the edge of death.

The hate in her heart, resentment, supported her body to bear every humiliation.

Fang Ling has lost track of how many times he has passed out back and forth, each time waking up to the vibrations of Mr.

Thomas.

The body has not a little only consciousness, clean white sheets covered with a variety of with the kind of spots of blood, so that people look even more inches of shock.

The drugged Mr. Thomas kept on claiming her body until he had a three-day and three-night battle in the room.

Fang Ling woke up on the fourth day, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to struggle to get up, the pain all over her body made her frown when she moved.

Rosemary was held tightly by Ellen, outside the sky is getting darker and darker, the forest gale hanging in the woods leaves rustling, outside the cave came a burst of ghostly cries.

Inside the cave is still a bright light, the two figures inside the tent overlapping, reflected in the stone wall is like a beautiful painting, adding a color of luster to the cave.

"Ellen, don't you want your hands here?" Rosemary was uncomfortable being held by him and her body kept squirming.

The fire in the body was easily extinguished, and now it is even more difficult to be provoked by this small action of Rosemary.

"Don't move around, just cuddle up and sleep!" Ellen said in a hoarse voice.

Being held in Ellen's arms Rosemary, always feel this is very uncomfortable, want to struggle out, push hard, the whole person pressed on Ellen's body.

Rosemary's delicate red lips just printed on Ellen's cold lips, four eyes met and time stopped instantly.

Ellen looked at the stunned Rosemary, snapped the back of her head, and stuck her tongue into Rosemary's mouth with abandon, sucking the aroma from her mouth.

1 don't know how long the kiss lasted, but Ellen finally let go of Rosemary and held her tightly in her arms, her voice low and husky as she said, "Just go to sleep!" The two bodies were pressed tightly together, and Rosemary could clearly sense that something very hard was resting against her leg down there, causing her to move her feet.

"Don't move, before you do | don't mind eating you here?" There was a roll of his throat and his voice was hoarse.

Rosemary heard him say this, so scared shrink in his arms not dare to move, the face is red almost dripping blood.

Who will tell me what is going on here? Why are you trapped in it when you are obviously helping to warm his body? "That ......" Rosemary swallowed and said, "You seem to have something against me, can you move it away?" Ellen immediately felt a line of crows flying in front of her eyes.

Brows furrowed, hearing Rosemary's words, his face darkened to the point of squeezing out ink.

Does the boy not know that he is suffering at this moment?